Poems of William Cowper, Esq: With a New MemoirLeavitt & Allen, 1869 - 288 sider |
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... soft , or plush with shaggy pile : The hardy chief , upon the rugged rock Wash'd by the sea , or on the gravelly bank Thrown up by wintry torrents roaring loud , Fearless of wrong , repos'd his weary strength . Those barb'rous ages past ...
... soft , or plush with shaggy pile : The hardy chief , upon the rugged rock Wash'd by the sea , or on the gravelly bank Thrown up by wintry torrents roaring loud , Fearless of wrong , repos'd his weary strength . Those barb'rous ages past ...
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... soft settee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , United , yet divided , twain at once . So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne , And so two citizens , who take the air , Close pack'd , and smiling , in ...
... soft settee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , United , yet divided , twain at once . So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne , And so two citizens , who take the air , Close pack'd , and smiling , in ...
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... soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the soil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures Earth : and , plotting in the dark , Toils much to earn a monumental pile That may record the mischief he has done . The summit ...
... soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the soil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures Earth : and , plotting in the dark , Toils much to earn a monumental pile That may record the mischief he has done . The summit ...
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... soft , Ye clarionets ; and softer still , ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull'd by magick sounds May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore . True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True , we may thank the perfidy of France ...
... soft , Ye clarionets ; and softer still , ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull'd by magick sounds May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore . True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True , we may thank the perfidy of France ...
Side 78
... soft as Adoration breathes ? Ah , spare your idol , think him human still . Charms he may have , but he has frailties too ! Dote not too much nor spoil what ye admire . All truth is from the sempiternal source Of light divine . But ...
... soft as Adoration breathes ? Ah , spare your idol , think him human still . Charms he may have , but he has frailties too ! Dote not too much nor spoil what ye admire . All truth is from the sempiternal source Of light divine . But ...
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The Poems of William Cowper, Esq. of the Inner Temple: Complete in One Volume William Cowper Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 1890 |
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amused beauty beneath boast Bodham breath call'd cause charms Cowper dear death delight distant divine dream e'en earth Eartham ease Edmonton ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fear feed feel flow'rs folly form'd fountain of eternal Gilpin gives glory grace groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Gilpin labour Lady Hesketh less live Lord Chancellor lost lov'd lyre mercy Mighty winds mind nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newton night nymphs o'er Olney once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poet pow'r praise press'd proud rapture rude rural sake says scene seek seem'd shine sleep sloth smile smooth Sofa soft song soon soul sound Southampton Row Southey spaniel spirits sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin virtue wash'd weary WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom worthy
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Side 204 - 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 267 - 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. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Side 197 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Side 239 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Side 44 - Within the twilight of their distant shades ; There, lost behind a rising ground, the 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...
Side 75 - 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 240 - Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford : But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.
Side 216 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Side 73 - Support, and ornament of virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth ; there stands The legate of the skies ; his theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Side 63 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.