Poems; to which is prefixed a memoir of the author by J. M'DiarmidOliver & Boyd, 1837 - 514 sider |
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... the treasures contained in " the Penny " and " Saturday " Magazines , -with their respective circulations of one hundred and fifty thousand and sixty thou Scarcely had the poet finished the revision of the last 82 MEMOIR OF.
... the treasures contained in " the Penny " and " Saturday " Magazines , -with their respective circulations of one hundred and fifty thousand and sixty thou Scarcely had the poet finished the revision of the last 82 MEMOIR OF.
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... 1833 were copied by a gentleman residing in the neigh- bourhood of Weston , who forwarded them to Dr Southey.- Works of Cowper , vol . iii . p . 177 , note , For though thou gladly would'st fulfil The same kind office 90 MEMOIR OF.
... 1833 were copied by a gentleman residing in the neigh- bourhood of Weston , who forwarded them to Dr Southey.- Works of Cowper , vol . iii . p . 177 , note , For though thou gladly would'st fulfil The same kind office 90 MEMOIR OF.
Side 91
... thou play'dst the housewife's part , And all thy threads , with magic art , Have wound themselves about this heart ... thou prov'st , That now , at every step thou mov'st , Upheld by two , yet still thou lov'st , My Mary ! My Mary ! My ...
... thou play'dst the housewife's part , And all thy threads , with magic art , Have wound themselves about this heart ... thou prov'st , That now , at every step thou mov'st , Upheld by two , yet still thou lov'st , My Mary ! My Mary ! My ...
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... thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if ...
... thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if ...
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... thou art a devoted deer , Beset with ev'ry ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay . Undaunted still , though wearied and perplex'd ; Once Chatham sav'd ...
... thou art a devoted deer , Beset with ev'ry ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay . Undaunted still , though wearied and perplex'd ; Once Chatham sav'd ...
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Poems ... To which is prefixed a memoir of the author, by John M'Diarmid ... William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1837 |
Poems ... to which is Prefixed a Memoir of the Author by John M'Diarmid ... William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1854 |
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Alloway Kirk beauty beneath bids blank verse blest boast breath call'd cause charms Cowper dæmons delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd frown genius give glory grace hand happy hast Hayley heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hertfordshire honour hope hour House of Peers Iliad John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour Lady land light lov'd lyre mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never o'er Olney once pain peace perhaps pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rude sacred scene scorn seem'd seems shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stream sweet task taste telescopic eye thee theme thine things thou thought toil tongue truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Side 496 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Side 89 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...
Side 380 - 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 89 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Side 256 - 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 466 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bareheaded 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 91 - Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repelled; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried 'Adieu...
Side 281 - Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text; Cry — hem; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Side 416 - 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 508 - I kept him for his humour's sake, For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache, And force me to a smile.