The Complete Poetical Works of William CowperH. Frowde, 1905 - 672 sider |
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... waste . Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock , To see a people scatter'd like a flock , Some royal mastiff panting at their heels , With all the savage thirst a tyger feels ; Then view him , self - proclaim'd in a gazette Chief ...
... waste . Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock , To see a people scatter'd like a flock , Some royal mastiff panting at their heels , With all the savage thirst a tyger feels ; Then view him , self - proclaim'd in a gazette Chief ...
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... waste ; If these attendants , and if such as these , Must follow royalty , then welcome ease ; However humble and confin'd the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . 160 A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have ...
... waste ; If these attendants , and if such as these , Must follow royalty , then welcome ease ; However humble and confin'd the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . 160 A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have ...
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... waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd ; She has one foe , and that one foe the world . And , if he ...
... waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd ; She has one foe , and that one foe the world . And , if he ...
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... waste Sent us a wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indiff'rent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable , would tell ...
... waste Sent us a wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indiff'rent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable , would tell ...
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... waste and void ; For them , the states to which they went destroy'd ; A cloud to measure out their march by day , By night a fire to cheer the gloomy way ; That moving signal summoning , when best , Their host to move ; and , when it ...
... waste and void ; For them , the states to which they went destroy'd ; A cloud to measure out their march by day , By night a fire to cheer the gloomy way ; That moving signal summoning , when best , Their host to move ; and , when it ...
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Ash MSS beneath blest boast bosom breast British Museum call'd CANTIQUE charms Cowper dear death delight divine dream earth ev'n ev'ry eyes fair faith fame fear feel flame flow'rs form'd Gentleman's Magazine give glory grace grove hand happy hear heart heav'n heav'nly honour hope John Gilpin light live LORD lov'd lyre mind muse never night numbers nymphs o'er Olney Hymns once pain peace pleasure poems pow'r praise pray'r prove Published 1782 Published by Croft Published by Hayley Published by Johnson rest sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shades shine shore sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey stamp'd stream sweet tears thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought trembling truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY Written youth
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Side 311 - 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 433 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb.
Side 344 - It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Side 344 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Side 349 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Side 312 - 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.
Side 350 - 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 347 - Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad.
Side 362 - Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Side 348 - And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin— who but he ; His fame soon spread around — He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.