The poetical works of William Cowper, ed. by W.M. Rossetti1881 |
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... waste . Think yourself stationed on a towering rock , To see a people scattered like a flock , Some royal mastiff panting at their heels , With all the savage thirst a tiger feels , Then view him self - proclaimed in a gazette , Chief ...
... waste . Think yourself stationed on a towering rock , To see a people scattered like a flock , Some royal mastiff panting at their heels , With all the savage thirst a tiger feels , Then view him self - proclaimed in a gazette , Chief ...
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... waste ; If these attendants , and if such as these , Must follow royalty , then welcome ease ! However humble and confined the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt ...
... waste ; If these attendants , and if such as these , Must follow royalty , then welcome ease ! However humble and confined the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt ...
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... waste it at the 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 ...
... waste it at the 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 ...
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... waste Sent us a wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable , should ...
... waste Sent us a wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable , should ...
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... waste and void , For them the states to which they went destroyed , A cloud to measure out their march by day , By night a fire to cheer the gloomy way , That moving signal summoning , when best , Their host to move , and , when it ...
... waste and void , For them the states to which they went destroyed , A cloud to measure out their march by day , By night a fire to cheer the gloomy way , That moving signal summoning , when best , Their host to move , and , when it ...
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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.