Poems, Volum 2R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1819 |
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Side 21
... cheek Deserted of its bloom , the flaccid , shrunk , And wither'd muscle , and the vapid soul , Reproach their owner with that love of rest , 3 * VOL . II . To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . THE SOFA . 21 16.
... cheek Deserted of its bloom , the flaccid , shrunk , And wither'd muscle , and the vapid soul , Reproach their owner with that love of rest , 3 * VOL . II . To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . THE SOFA . 21 16.
Side 37
... soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which Earth is fill'd . There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart , It does not feel for man ; the natʼral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax , That falls asunder at ...
... soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which Earth is fill'd . There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart , It does not feel for man ; the natʼral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax , That falls asunder at ...
Side 50
... soul I loathe All affectation . Tis my perfect scorn ; Object of my implacable disgust . What ! -- will a man play tricks , will he indulge A silly fond conceit of his fair form , And just proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face ...
... soul I loathe All affectation . Tis my perfect scorn ; Object of my implacable disgust . What ! -- will a man play tricks , will he indulge A silly fond conceit of his fair form , And just proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face ...
Side 52
... soul ; To break a jest , when pity would inspire Pathetick exhortation ; and t ' address The skittish fancy with facetious tales , When sent with God's commission to the heart ! So did not Paul . Direct me to a quip Or merry turn in all ...
... soul ; To break a jest , when pity would inspire Pathetick exhortation ; and t ' address The skittish fancy with facetious tales , When sent with God's commission to the heart ! So did not Paul . Direct me to a quip Or merry turn in all ...
Side 74
... souls to mine . God never meant that man should scale the heav'ns By stride of human wisdom , in his works , Though wondrous : he commands us in his word To seek him rather where his mercy shines . The mind , indeed , enlighten'd from ...
... souls to mine . God never meant that man should scale the heav'ns By stride of human wisdom , in his works , Though wondrous : he commands us in his word To seek him rather where his mercy shines . The mind , indeed , enlighten'd from ...
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beauty beneath boast breath call'd cause charms dæmons death deem delight design'd distant divine domestick dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fame fancy Fantastick fear feed feel fieldfare flow'rs folly form'd give glory grace grave hand happy heard heart Heav'n honour hope human insects wing instinet John Throckmorton JOSEPH HILL king labour learn'd less liberty liv'd live lost lyre magick mind mischief mounted best musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasures plebeian pow'r praise proud prove publick rest rude sacred scene seek seem'd sensual world shine skies sleep smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet sweet oblivion task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas vex'd virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise wisely store worth
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Side 48 - There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Side 248 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Side 152 - ... all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But...
Side 148 - The oppressor holds His body bound ; but knows not what a range His spirit takes, unconscious of a chain ; And that to bind him is a vain attempt, Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells.
Side 50 - A messenger of grace to guilty men. Behold the picture ! — Is it like ? — 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 155 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Side 178 - Whose fire was kindled at the prophets' lamp, The time of rest, the promised Sabbath comes. Six thousand years of sorrow have well nigh Fulfilled their tardy and disastrous course Over a sinful world. And what remains Of this tempestuous state of human things, Is merely as the working of a sea Before a calm, that rocks itself to rest.
Side 70 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
Side 42 - And manifold results, into the will And arbitration wise of the Supreme. Did not His eye rule all things, and intend The least of our concerns, (since from the least The greatest oft originate,) could chance Find place in his dominion, or dispose One lawless particle to thwart His plan, Then God might be surprised, and unforeseen Contingence might alarm him, and disturb The smooth and equal course of His affairs.
Side 38 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.