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... true ; but gouty limb , Though on a Sofa , may I never feel : For I have loved the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth , close cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs ; 6 B. I. THE TASK .
... true ; but gouty limb , Though on a Sofa , may I never feel : For I have loved the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth , close cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs ; 6 B. I. THE TASK .
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... To dream all night of what the day denied . Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Disinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not THE SOFA . 25.
... To dream all night of what the day denied . Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Disinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not THE SOFA . 25.
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... true a heart As any thunderer there . And I can feel Thy follies too ; and with a just disdain Frown at effeminates , whose very looks Reflect dishonour on the land I love . How , in the name of soldiership and sense , Should England ...
... true a heart As any thunderer there . And I can feel Thy follies too ; and with a just disdain Frown at effeminates , whose very looks Reflect dishonour on the land I love . How , in the name of soldiership and sense , Should England ...
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... True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown , With all the cunning of an envious shrew . And let that pass - ' twas but a trick of state ! A ...
... True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown , With all the cunning of an envious shrew . And let that pass - ' twas but a trick of state ! A ...
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... true ? Is Christ the abler teacher , or the schools ? If Christ , then why resort at every turn To Athens or to Rome , for wisdom short Of man's occasions , when in him reside Grace , knowledge , comfort - an unfathom'd store ? How oft ...
... true ? Is Christ the abler teacher , or the schools ? If Christ , then why resort at every turn To Athens or to Rome , for wisdom short Of man's occasions , when in him reside Grace , knowledge , comfort - an unfathom'd store ? How oft ...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper. [With a Memoir of Cowper by ..., Volum 2 William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1856 |
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Æsop Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast breath call'd cause charms creatures death delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease fair fame fancy farewell flight fear feed feel fieldfare flowers folly form'd fruit grace grave hand happy happy prisoners hast heard heart Heaven high raised honour hope infant sorrows John Throckmorton labour learn'd less life's live lyre mind mischief mounted best muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never numbers o'er once pass'd peace perhaps play pleasure plebeian praise prize proud prove rest sacred scene schools seek seem'd sensual world shade shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste taste Of evils thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth vex'd virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER winds winter wisdom wise wisely store wonder worth youth
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Side 254 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession! but the record fair That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Side 34 - As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast : Then what is man ? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not "blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man...
Side 255 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Side 77 - How various his employments, whom the world Calls idle ; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too ! • Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, Delightful industry...
Side 34 - We have no slaves at home : — Then why abroad ? And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us are emancipate and loosed. Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Side 256 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Side 213 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Side 164 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men ; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude, unprofitable mass, (The mere materials with which Wisdom builds) Till smoothed, and squared, and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud, that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Side 247 - Other Romans shall arise Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. Then...
Side 98 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.