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... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail . His books well trimm'd and in the gayest style , Like regimented coxcombs rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves : The ...
... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail . His books well trimm'd and in the gayest style , Like regimented coxcombs rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves : The ...
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... o'er a restless flood , A vain pursuit of fugitive false good , A scene of fancied bliss and heartfelt care , Closing at last in darkness and despair . The poor , inured to drudgery and distress , Act without aim , think little , and ...
... o'er a restless flood , A vain pursuit of fugitive false good , A scene of fancied bliss and heartfelt care , Closing at last in darkness and despair . The poor , inured to drudgery and distress , Act without aim , think little , and ...
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... o'er the dancing keys , Gives difficulty all the grace of ease , And pours a torrent of sweet notes around , Fast as the thirsting ear can drink the sound . These are the gifts of Art , and Art thrives most Where commerce has enrich'd ...
... o'er the dancing keys , Gives difficulty all the grace of ease , And pours a torrent of sweet notes around , Fast as the thirsting ear can drink the sound . These are the gifts of Art , and Art thrives most Where commerce has enrich'd ...
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... o'er , Green balks and furrow'd lands , the stream that Its cooling vapour o'er the dewy meads , [ spreads Downs that almost escape the inquiring eye , That melt and fade into the distant sky , Beauties he lately slighted as he pass'd ...
... o'er , Green balks and furrow'd lands , the stream that Its cooling vapour o'er the dewy meads , [ spreads Downs that almost escape the inquiring eye , That melt and fade into the distant sky , Beauties he lately slighted as he pass'd ...
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... o'er the beauties of the charming scene . Nature indeed looks prettily in rhyme , Streams tinkle sweetly in poetic chime , The warblings of the blackbird , clear and strong , Are musical enough in Thomson's song , And Cobham's groves ...
... o'er the beauties of the charming scene . Nature indeed looks prettily in rhyme , Streams tinkle sweetly in poetic chime , The warblings of the blackbird , clear and strong , Are musical enough in Thomson's song , And Cobham's groves ...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper. [With a Memoir of Cowper by ..., Volum 1 William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1830 |
The Poetical Works of William Cowper: With a Memoir, Volum 1 William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1854 |
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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...