The TaskJohn Sharpe, Piccadilly, 1817 - 188 sider |
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Side 13
... trees of ev'ry growth , Alike , yet various . Here the grey smooth trunks Of ash , or lime , or beech , distinctly shine , Within the twilight of their distant shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , wood Seems THE SOFA . 13.
... trees of ev'ry growth , Alike , yet various . Here the grey smooth trunks Of ash , or lime , or beech , distinctly shine , Within the twilight of their distant shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , wood Seems THE SOFA . 13.
Side 14
William Cowper. There , lost behind a rising ground , wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish grey ; the willow ...
William Cowper. There , lost behind a rising ground , wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish grey ; the willow ...
Side 15
... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
Side 25
... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) , I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here , and left as ...
... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) , I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here , and left as ...
Side 40
... lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown , With all the cunning of an envious shrew . And let that pass - ' twas but a trick of state- A brave man knows no ...
... lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown , With all the cunning of an envious shrew . And let that pass - ' twas but a trick of state- A brave man knows no ...
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The Task. [With “Tirocinium; Or, a Review of Schools.” With Plates After ... William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1817 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
beauty beneath betimes boast breath call'd cause charms clime delights design'd distant divine dream Earth ease Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd FOUNDATIONE fountain of eternal frown fruits give glory grace grave groves hand happy heart Heav'n honour human INNER TEMPLE JOHN SHARPE king labour learn'd less live lost lyre mercy Mighty winds mind mischief nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once palmistry peace perhaps PICCADILLY plac'd pleas'd pleasures plebeian polish'd pow'r praise proud rapture RICHARD WESTALL riddance rude rural sacred sake scene schools scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight slaves sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound stroke sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil touch'd trembling truth twas virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Side 32 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Side 143 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Side 154 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes and more than half...
Side 159 - The Lord of all, Himself through all diffused, Sustains and is the' life of all that lives. Nature iS but a name for an effect Whose cause is God.
Side 10 - Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Side 10 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore...
Side 45 - I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain ; And plain in manner. Decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture. Much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Side 157 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Side 145 - Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. Brutes graze the mountain-top, with faces prone, And eyes intent upon the scanty herb It yields them ; or, recumbent on its brow, Ruminate heedless of the scene outspread Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away From inland regions to the distant main.
Side 65 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers.