The poetical works of William Cowper, ed. by W.M. Rossetti1881 |
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... Pity for Poor Africans 369 The Morning Dream 370 Dumps Sweet Meat has Sour Sauce ; or , The Slave - Trader in the 371 The Valediction 372 March 1789 The Cock - Fighter's Garland On the Queen's Visit to London , the night of the 17th ...
... Pity for Poor Africans 369 The Morning Dream 370 Dumps Sweet Meat has Sour Sauce ; or , The Slave - Trader in the 371 The Valediction 372 March 1789 The Cock - Fighter's Garland On the Queen's Visit to London , the night of the 17th ...
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... pity kings whom worship waits upon Obsequious , from the cradle to the throne , Before whose infant eyes the flatterer bows , And binds a wreath about their baby brows ; Whom education stiffens into state , And death awakens from that ...
... pity kings whom worship waits upon Obsequious , from the cradle to the throne , Before whose infant eyes the flatterer bows , And binds a wreath about their baby brows ; Whom education stiffens into state , And death awakens from that ...
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... pity kings ! To be suspected , thwarted , and withstood , Even when he labours for his country's good , To see a band called patriot for no cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless of all the anxiety he feels , Hook ...
... pity kings ! To be suspected , thwarted , and withstood , Even when he labours for his country's good , To see a band called patriot for no cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless of all the anxiety he feels , Hook ...
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... Pity ! Religion has so seldom found A skilful guide into poetic ground ! The flowers would spring where'er she deigned to stray , And every Muse attend her in her way . Virtue indeed meets many a rhyming friend , And many a compliment ...
... Pity ! Religion has so seldom found A skilful guide into poetic ground ! The flowers would spring where'er she deigned to stray , And every Muse attend her in her way . Virtue indeed meets many a rhyming friend , And many a compliment ...
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... pity , that the poor Stand starved at your inhospitable door ? Or if yourself , too scantily supplied , Need help , let honest industry provide . Earn , if you want ; if you abound , impart ; These both are pleasures to the feeling ...
... pity , that the poor Stand starved at your inhospitable door ? Or if yourself , too scantily supplied , Need help , let honest industry provide . Earn , if you want ; if you abound , impart ; These both are pleasures to the feeling ...
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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.