The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Volum 3Benjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, and Robert Johnson, 1806 |
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... heart , Their fibres penetrate its tenderest part , And draining its nutritious powers to feed Their noxious growth , starve every better seed . Happy , if full of days - but happier far , If , ere we yet discern life's evening star ...
... heart , Their fibres penetrate its tenderest part , And draining its nutritious powers to feed Their noxious growth , starve every better seed . Happy , if full of days - but happier far , If , ere we yet discern life's evening star ...
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... heart , To limit thought , by nature prone to stray Wherever freakish fancy points the way ; To bid the pleadings of self - love be still , Resign our own and seek our Maker's will ; To spread the page of scripture , and compare Our ...
... heart , To limit thought , by nature prone to stray Wherever freakish fancy points the way ; To bid the pleadings of self - love be still , Resign our own and seek our Maker's will ; To spread the page of scripture , and compare Our ...
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... heart enriched by what it pays , That builds its glory on its Maker's praise . Woe to the man , whose wit disclaims its use , Glittering in vain , or only to seduce , Who studies nature with a wanton eye , Admires the work , but slips ...
... heart enriched by what it pays , That builds its glory on its Maker's praise . Woe to the man , whose wit disclaims its use , Glittering in vain , or only to seduce , Who studies nature with a wanton eye , Admires the work , but slips ...
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... heart ; Its empire is not her's , nor is it thine , ' Tis God's just claim , prerogative divine . Virtuous and faithful HEBERDEN ! whose skill Attempts no task it cannot well fulfil , VOL . III . B Gives melancholy up to nature's care ...
... heart ; Its empire is not her's , nor is it thine , ' Tis God's just claim , prerogative divine . Virtuous and faithful HEBERDEN ! whose skill Attempts no task it cannot well fulfil , VOL . III . B Gives melancholy up to nature's care ...
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... he groaned beneath the rod . And the barbed arrows of a frowning God ; And such emollients as his friends could spare , Friends such as his for modern Jobs prepare . Blest , rather curst , with hearts that never feel 14 RETIREMENT .
... he groaned beneath the rod . And the barbed arrows of a frowning God ; And such emollients as his friends could spare , Friends such as his for modern Jobs prepare . Blest , rather curst , with hearts that never feel 14 RETIREMENT .
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Aristippus Aspasio beneath bids bird birth blow boast bosom breast breath CALLIMACHUS canker-worm canst chaffinch charms dæmons dear death deem delight disdain divine dream drew earth Edmonton EPICHARMUS eyes fame fast fear feel flew flowers go snacks grace grave grief hand hast hear heard heart Heaven homeless birds honour honoured land John Gilpin John Throckmorton joys kind knew labour learned life's live Melanippus MILTIADES mind mourn muse nature ne'er nest never numbers o'er once Parnassian peace Perhaps pheme PINE-APPLE pleasure Poll poor prize prove rest retreat savest scarce scene scorn shade shine shore sight skies smile song soon soul sound Sparta stones stream sweet tear thee thine thou thought THRACIAN tomb treasure tree truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE voice walnut shade waste wing wish youth
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Side 123 - Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight! he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound!
Side 121 - His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, " Fair and softly,
Side 119 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair. 'My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Side 140 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Side 142 - But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all...
Side 125 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all ? Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : I came because your horse would come ; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, They are upon the road.
Side 141 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age. Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may ; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Side 140 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Side 26 - Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace; Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant, is a mind distress'd.
Side 120 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd 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.