The Poetical Works of William CowperW. Smith, 1839 - 516 sider |
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... fight for what were better cast away , The chain that binds them , and a tyrant's sway ; But they that fight for freedom , undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake , Religion , virtue , truth , whate'er we call A blessing ...
... fight for what were better cast away , The chain that binds them , and a tyrant's sway ; But they that fight for freedom , undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake , Religion , virtue , truth , whate'er we call A blessing ...
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... fight as thine have ever fought , Return ashamed without the wreaths they sought . Thy senate is a scene of civil jar , Chaos of contrarieties at war , Where sharp and solid , phlegmatic and light , Discordant atoms meet , ferment , and ...
... fight as thine have ever fought , Return ashamed without the wreaths they sought . Thy senate is a scene of civil jar , Chaos of contrarieties at war , Where sharp and solid , phlegmatic and light , Discordant atoms meet , ferment , and ...
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... fight On the other side the Atlantic , I always held them in the right , But most so , when most frantic . When lawless mobs insult the court , That man shall be my toast , If breaking windows be the sport , Who bravely breaks the most ...
... fight On the other side the Atlantic , I always held them in the right , But most so , when most frantic . When lawless mobs insult the court , That man shall be my toast , If breaking windows be the sport , Who bravely breaks the most ...
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... fight : when such as Presume to lay their hand upon the ark [ these Of her magnificent and awful cause ? Time was when it was praise and boast enough In every clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children ; praise ...
... fight : when such as Presume to lay their hand upon the ark [ these Of her magnificent and awful cause ? Time was when it was praise and boast enough In every clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children ; praise ...
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... fight . Many he sought , but one above the rest His tender heart victoriously impress'd : In fairy - land was born the matchless dame , The land of dreams , Hypothesis her name . There Fancy nursed her in ideal bowers , And laid her ...
... fight . Many he sought , but one above the rest His tender heart victoriously impress'd : In fairy - land was born the matchless dame , The land of dreams , Hypothesis her name . There Fancy nursed her in ideal bowers , And laid her ...
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Achaians Achilles ADAM Agamemnon Ajax Antilochus arms Asius Atreus Atrides Behold beneath boast bosom brave breast breath bright call'd chariot charms chief coursers dear death Deiphobus delight Diomede divine dread dream earth Eurypylus eyes fair faith fame fear feel fill'd fire flowers form'd fruit give glory grace Greece Greecians Greeks hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hector honour hope host Idomeneus Ilium Jove king labour light live Lord LUCIFER Lycian Menelaus mind muse never night nymphs o'er once pain Pallas pass'd Patroclus peace Peleus pleasure praise prayer Priam prove rest scene seek seem'd shalt shine sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul spear steeds stream sweet tears Telamonian Ajax Teucer thee thine thou art thou hast thought toil trembling Trojans Troy truth Tydeus verse virtue voice wind youth
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Side 110 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Side 161 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Side 52 - 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 59 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew, Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Side 138 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Side 165 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd 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 110 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Side 109 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...
Side 135 - Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be : — Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me...
Side 52 - I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me. Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of...