The Poetical Works of William Cowper: With Life, and Critical Notice of His Writings. Eight Engravings on SteelGall & Inglis, 1870 - 516 sider |
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... give religion her unbridled scope , Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeign'd To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ...
... give religion her unbridled scope , Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeign'd To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ...
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... Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away : He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the ...
... Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away : He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the ...
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... Give me the line that ploughs its stately course , Like a proud swan , conquering the stream by force ; That , like some cottage beauty , strikes the heart , Quite unindebted to the tricks of art . When labour and when dulness , club in ...
... Give me the line that ploughs its stately course , Like a proud swan , conquering the stream by force ; That , like some cottage beauty , strikes the heart , Quite unindebted to the tricks of art . When labour and when dulness , club in ...
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... Give it a charge to blacken and traduce ; Though Butler's wit , Pope's numbers , Prior's ease , With all that fancy can invent to please , Adorn the polish'd periods as they fall , One madrigal of theirs is worth them all . A. ' Twould ...
... Give it a charge to blacken and traduce ; Though Butler's wit , Pope's numbers , Prior's ease , With all that fancy can invent to please , Adorn the polish'd periods as they fall , One madrigal of theirs is worth them all . A. ' Twould ...
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... give place , Charm'd by the sounds - Your Reverence , or your Grace : No. But his own engagement binds him fast ; Or , if it does not , brands him to the last What atheists call him - a designing knave , A mere church juggler ...
... give place , Charm'd by the sounds - Your Reverence , or your Grace : No. But his own engagement binds him fast ; Or , if it does not , brands him to the last What atheists call him - a designing knave , A mere church juggler ...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper. With Life. Engravings on Steel William Cowper (the Poet.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1858 |
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Side 234 - OH ! for a closer walk with God ; A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Side 242 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Side 390 - Kempenfelt is gone , His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Side 165 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer, but not inebriate, wait on. each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Side 133 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; * if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles, fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Side 298 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, "The wine is left behind!" "Good lack!" quoth he — "yet bring it me My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Side 234 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
Side 211 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !" The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous, hosanna round.
Side 298 - My sister and my sister's child, myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride on horseback after we." He soon replied, "I do admire of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, therefore it shall be done. I am a linen-draper bold, as all the world doth know, And my good friend the calendrer will lend his horse to go.
Side 120 - Witness a joy that thou hast doubled long. Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjured up To serve occasions of poetic pomp, But genuine, and art partner of them all.