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Side 61
How many self - deluded nymphs and swains , Who dream they have a taste for
fields and groves , Would find them ... or a mind Cultur'd and capable of sober
thought For all the savage din of the swift pack 325 And clamours of the field ?
How many self - deluded nymphs and swains , Who dream they have a taste for
fields and groves , Would find them ... or a mind Cultur'd and capable of sober
thought For all the savage din of the swift pack 325 And clamours of the field ?
Side 103
... therefore sad , ) With schemes of monumental fame ; and sought By pyramids
and mausolean pomp , Short liv'd themselves , t ' immortalize their bones . Some
seek diversion in the tented field , And make the sorrows of mankind their sport .
... therefore sad , ) With schemes of monumental fame ; and sought By pyramids
and mausolean pomp , Short liv'd themselves , t ' immortalize their bones . Some
seek diversion in the tented field , And make the sorrows of mankind their sport .
Side 143
Rivers of gladness water all the earth , And clothe all climes with beauty ; the
reproach Of barrenness is past . The fruitful field 765 Laughs with abundance ;
and the land , once lean , Or fertile only in its own disgrace , Exults to THE
WINTER ...
Rivers of gladness water all the earth , And clothe all climes with beauty ; the
reproach Of barrenness is past . The fruitful field 765 Laughs with abundance ;
and the land , once lean , Or fertile only in its own disgrace , Exults to THE
WINTER ...
Side 196
1 A TALE THERE is a field , through which I often pass Thick overspread with
moss and silky grass , Adjoining close to Kilwick's echoing wood , Where oft the
bitch fox hides her hapless brood , Reserv'd to solace many a neighb'ring squire
...
1 A TALE THERE is a field , through which I often pass Thick overspread with
moss and silky grass , Adjoining close to Kilwick's echoing wood , Where oft the
bitch fox hides her hapless brood , Reserv'd to solace many a neighb'ring squire
...
Side 197
The sun , accomplishing his early march , His lamp now planted on Heav'n's
topmost arch , When , exercise and air my only aim , And heedless whither , to
that field I came , Ere yet with ruthless joy the happy hound Told hill and dale that
...
The sun , accomplishing his early march , His lamp now planted on Heav'n's
topmost arch , When , exercise and air my only aim , And heedless whither , to
that field I came , Ere yet with ruthless joy the happy hound Told hill and dale that
...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
beauty beneath bound breath bright cause charge charms close course death deep delight distant divine dream earth ease ev'ry fair fall fancy fear feed feel field flow'r force fruit give grace half hand happy head hear heard heart Heav'n hold honour hope hour human kind king land least leaves less light live lost means mind Nature never o'er once peace perhaps play pleasures pow'r praise prove publick rest rise scene schools seek seems seen shine side sight sleep smile song soon soul sound stands sweet task taste thee theme thine things thou thought true truth turn virtue voice waste wind winter wisdom wish wonder worth
Populære avsnitt
Side 30 - 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 183 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might...
Side 77 - 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 182 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes ! I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Side 144 - 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 12 - 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, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at once.
Side 123 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Side 181 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here, who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, but gladly as the precept were her own : and, while that face renews my filial grief, fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, shall steep me in Elysian reverie, a momentary dream, that thou art she.
Side 182 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
Side 125 - The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | Poems, Volum 2 Poems, William Cowper |
| Forfatter | William Cowper |
| Utgiver | Timothy Bedlington, 1826 |
| Original fra | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisert | 28. nov 2006 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |