The poetical works of William Cowper, ed. by W.M. Rossetti1881 |
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... Bid adieu , my sad heart 251 Written after leaving her at New Burns 251 On her endeavouring to conceal her Grief at Parting 252 Hope , like the short - lived ray 253 All - worshipped gold ! thou mighty mystery 254 Written in a Fit of ...
... Bid adieu , my sad heart 251 Written after leaving her at New Burns 251 On her endeavouring to conceal her Grief at Parting 252 Hope , like the short - lived ray 253 All - worshipped gold ! thou mighty mystery 254 Written in a Fit of ...
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... bids man mark the fleeting hour , And death's own scythe would better speak his power . Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder knot and gay cockade , Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same ...
... bids man mark the fleeting hour , And death's own scythe would better speak his power . Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder knot and gay cockade , Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same ...
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... Bids equity throughout his works prevail , And weighs the nations in an even scale ; He can encourage slavery to a smile , And fill with discontent a British isle . A. Freeman and slave then , if the case be such , Stand on a level ...
... Bids equity throughout his works prevail , And weighs the nations in an even scale ; He can encourage slavery to a smile , And fill with discontent a British isle . A. Freeman and slave then , if the case be such , Stand on a level ...
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... bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores , The standards of all nations are unfurled , She has one foe , and that one foe , the world . And if he doom that people ...
... bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores , The standards of all nations are unfurled , She has one foe , and that one foe , the world . And if he doom that people ...
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... bids the drunkard die Is far too just to pass the trifler by . Both baby - featured and of infant size , Viewed from a distance , and with heedless eyes , Folly and innocence are so alike , The difference , though essential , fails to ...
... bids the drunkard die Is far too just to pass the trifler by . Both baby - featured and of infant size , Viewed from a distance , and with heedless eyes , Folly and innocence are so alike , The difference , though essential , fails to ...
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Adam arms art thou beauty Beelzebub Behold beneath blessing blest bliss boast bosom breast breath charms dear death delight divine dread dream earth ease eternal eyes fair faith fancy fear feel fire flame flowers folly frown fruit give glory grace GUSTAVE DORÉ hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope human labour light live Lord lost Lucifer lyre mercy mind Muse nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once pain peace pleasure praise pride prove rills sacred scene scorn seek shades shine sigh sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound stream sublime sweet sweet oblivion taste tears thee theme thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thou hast thought toil trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM MICHAEL ROSSETTI wings wisdom wish wonder worth youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 335 - 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!
Side 337 - And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, This shall be yours when you bring back My husband safe and well. The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein. But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run.
Side 336 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.
Side 282 - HARK, my soul, it is the Lord; 'tis thy Saviour, hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 'Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
Side 280 - Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Side 209 - 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 327 - Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief. Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues.
Side 315 - Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his art we view, And while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true. Bound on a voyage of awful length And dangers little known, A stranger to superior strength, Man vainly trusts his own. But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast, The breath of heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
Side 120 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice 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 360 - Now wantoned lost in flags and reeds, Now starting into sight, Pursued the swallow o'er the meads With scarce a slower flight. It was the time when Ouse displayed His lilies newly blown; Their beauties I intent surveyed, And one I wished my own.