Poems, Volum 2R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1819 |
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Side 12
... feel : For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth , close cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs ; have lov'd the rural walk O'er hills , through vallies , and by rivers ...
... feel : For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth , close cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs ; have lov'd the rural walk O'er hills , through vallies , and by rivers ...
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... feel at ev'ry step Our foot half sunk in hillocks green and soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the soil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures Earth : and , plotting in the dark , Toils much to earn a monumental ...
... feel at ev'ry step Our foot half sunk in hillocks green and soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the soil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures Earth : and , plotting in the dark , Toils much to earn a monumental ...
Side 21
... feel the fresh'ning impulse , and are cleans'd By restless undulation : e'en the oak Thrives by the rude concussion of the storm : He seems indeed indignant , and to feel Th ' impression of the blast with proud disdain , Frowning , as ...
... feel the fresh'ning impulse , and are cleans'd By restless undulation : e'en the oak Thrives by the rude concussion of the storm : He seems indeed indignant , and to feel Th ' impression of the blast with proud disdain , Frowning , as ...
Side 37
... feel for man ; the natʼral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax , That falls asunder at the touch of fire . He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having pow'r T'enforce the wrong , for such a worthy ...
... feel for man ; the natʼral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax , That falls asunder at the touch of fire . He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having pow'r T'enforce the wrong , for such a worthy ...
Side 38
... Is felt , mankind may feel her mercy too . Sure there is need of social intercourse , Benevolence , and peace , and mutual aid , Between the nations in a world , that seems To toll the death bell of its own decease , 38 THE TASK .
... Is felt , mankind may feel her mercy too . Sure there is need of social intercourse , Benevolence , and peace , and mutual aid , Between the nations in a world , that seems To toll the death bell of its own decease , 38 THE TASK .
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine domestick dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fame fancy Fantastick fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human INNER TEMPLE JOSEPH HILL labour learn'd less live lost lyre magick Mighty winds mind musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure plebeian polish'd pow'r praise proud prove publick rapture rest rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine skies sleep sloth smile Sofa song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas VIRG virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Side 40 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Side 162 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Side 50 - 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 156 - 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 250 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep...
Side 161 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes and more than half suppressed.
Side 39 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Side 161 - The night was winter in his roughest mood ; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon, Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Side 103 - He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. O Winter, ruler of th...
Side 27 - Whom call we gay? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay — the lark is gay, That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest. The peasant too, a witness of his song, Himself a songster, is as gay as he.