Poems: By William Cowper, ... In Two Volumes. ...J. Johnson, 1787 |
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... ry , dear to ev'ry mufe , Who , with a courage of unfhaken root , In honour's field advancing his firm foot , Plants it upon the line that juftice draws , And will prevail or perish in her caufe . ' Tis to the virtues of fuch men , man ...
... ry , dear to ev'ry mufe , Who , with a courage of unfhaken root , In honour's field advancing his firm foot , Plants it upon the line that juftice draws , And will prevail or perish in her caufe . ' Tis to the virtues of fuch men , man ...
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... ev'ry mound Spread anarchy and terror all around ? B. Agreed . But would you fell or flay your horfe For bounding and curvetting in his course ; Or if , when ridden with a careless rein , He break away , and feek the diftant plain ? No ...
... ev'ry mound Spread anarchy and terror all around ? B. Agreed . But would you fell or flay your horfe For bounding and curvetting in his course ; Or if , when ridden with a careless rein , He break away , and feek the diftant plain ? No ...
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... ev'ry ill but that of fear . The nation's hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They swarm around thee , and thou stand ... ev'ry virtue , ev'ry grace , Confefs'd a God , they kneel'd before they fought , And prais'd him in the victories he ...
... ev'ry ill but that of fear . The nation's hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They swarm around thee , and thou stand ... ev'ry virtue , ev'ry grace , Confefs'd a God , they kneel'd before they fought , And prais'd him in the victories he ...
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... ev'ry feeling line . But if a deed not tamely to be borne , Fire indignation and a fenfe of fcorn , The strings are swept with fuch a pow'r , fo loud , The ftorm of mufic fhakes th ' aftonifh'd crowd .. So when remote futurity is ...
... ev'ry feeling line . But if a deed not tamely to be borne , Fire indignation and a fenfe of fcorn , The strings are swept with fuch a pow'r , fo loud , The ftorm of mufic fhakes th ' aftonifh'd crowd .. So when remote futurity is ...
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... ev'ry effort ends in pufh - pin play . The man that means fuccefs , fhould foar above A foldier's feather , or a lady's glove , Elfe , fummoning the mufe to fuch a theme , The fruit of all her labour is whipt - cream . As if an eagle ...
... ev'ry effort ends in pufh - pin play . The man that means fuccefs , fhould foar above A foldier's feather , or a lady's glove , Elfe , fummoning the mufe to fuch a theme , The fruit of all her labour is whipt - cream . As if an eagle ...
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againſt bafe becauſe bids bleffings bleft breaft cafe caft caufe cauſe charms Chriftian clofe cloſe courſe defign defire delight diftant divine dream earth Elfe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe fame faſt fatal egg fcene fcorn fear feek feel feem feen fenfe fhall fhine fhore fhould fhow fide filent fire fkies flow'rs fmile fome fong foon form'd forrow foul fpreads ftand ftill ftream ftrikes fuch fupplied fure fweet glory grace heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf juft juſt laft laſt lefs loft luft mind moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt never o'er peace PINE APPLE pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pray'rs pride purpoſe reft ſcene ſeem ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhow ſkies ſkill ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſweet taſte thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe Thoſe thou thought thouſand truth uſe virtue wafte whofe Whoſe wifdom Worfe
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Side 234 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Side 234 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Side 261 - LITTLE inmate, full of mirth Chirping on my kitchen hearth. Wheresoe'er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet ; In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give.
Side 183 - That reaching home, the night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
Side 250 - Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong As much as I to spoil your song ; For 'twas the selfsame power divine Taught you.
Side 255 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Side 129 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropped upon his Bible was sincere : Assailed by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was, a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Side 166 - Ye powers who rule the tongue, if such there are, And make colloquial happiness your care, Preserve me from the thing I dread and hate, — A duel in the form of a debate.
Side 67 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Side 68 - He praised perhaps for ages yet to come, She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers, She safe in the simplicity of hers.