Posthumous poems. Translations from Vincent Bourne. Translations of the Latin and Italian poems of Milton. Epigrams tr. from the Latin of Owen. Translations of Greek verses. Translations from the Fables of Gay. Adam: a sacred drama, tr. from the Italian of AndreiniBaldwin and Cradock, 1837 |
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... pure in heart , Prepared for martyrdom , and strong to prove A thousand ways the force of genuine love . He may be call'd to give up health and gain , To exchange content for trouble , ease for pain , To echo sigh for sigh , and groan ...
... pure in heart , Prepared for martyrdom , and strong to prove A thousand ways the force of genuine love . He may be call'd to give up health and gain , To exchange content for trouble , ease for pain , To echo sigh for sigh , and groan ...
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... pure splendour show , And all around the ruby's fiery glow . Come they from India , where the burning earth , All bounteous , gives her richest treasures birth ; And where the costly gems , that beam around The brows of mightiest ...
... pure splendour show , And all around the ruby's fiery glow . Come they from India , where the burning earth , All bounteous , gives her richest treasures birth ; And where the costly gems , that beam around The brows of mightiest ...
Side 136
... pure as snow New - fallen shone the mitre on his brow . Where'er he trod a tremulous sweet sound Of gladness shook the flowery scene around : Attendant angels clap their starry wings , The trumpet shakes 136 COWPER'S Poems .
... pure as snow New - fallen shone the mitre on his brow . Where'er he trod a tremulous sweet sound Of gladness shook the flowery scene around : Attendant angels clap their starry wings , The trumpet shakes 136 COWPER'S Poems .
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... pure , Pure as the priest , when robed in white he stands , The fresh lustration ready in his hands . Thus Linus lived , and thus , as poets write , Tiresias , wiser for his loss of sight ; Thus exiled Chalcas , thus the bard of Thrace ...
... pure , Pure as the priest , when robed in white he stands , The fresh lustration ready in his hands . Thus Linus lived , and thus , as poets write , Tiresias , wiser for his loss of sight ; Thus exiled Chalcas , thus the bard of Thrace ...
Side 165
... pure That wheels yon circling orbs , directs , himself , Their mazy dance with melody of verse Unutterable , immortal , hearing which Huge Ophiuchus holds his hiss suppress'd , Orion soften'd , drops his ardent blade , And Atlas stands ...
... pure That wheels yon circling orbs , directs , himself , Their mazy dance with melody of verse Unutterable , immortal , hearing which Huge Ophiuchus holds his hiss suppress'd , Orion soften'd , drops his ardent blade , And Atlas stands ...
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Posthumous poems. Translations from Vincent Bourne. Translations of the ... William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1837 |
Posthumous poems. Translations from Vincent Bourne. Translations of the ... William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1837 |
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ADAM ANGEL ANTISTROPHE arms art thou Avernus bard BEELZEBUB Behold beneath birds blaze blest boast Boötes bosom breast breath bright brow Cacus call'd canst celestial CHERUBIM dart dear death delight divine dost thou dread dwell earth eternal eyes fair falchions fame Faunus fear fierce fire flame FLESH flowers form'd fruit gentle glory GOD THE FATHER gold grace grove hallow'd hand hands united hast heart heaven heavenly hell Hence human infernal Jove Latian length light live lofty Lord LUCIFER lyre mighty monster Muse ne'er numbers nymphs o'er once pain Pallas Phoebus praise radiant SATAN SCENE seat seem'd SERPENT shade shine shore sigh sing skies song soul sound speak spirit stars stream sweet Tartarus tears thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thyself verse voice VOLAN WILLIAM HAYLEY wings wish wretched youth
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Side 85 - T was my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still...
Side 67 - When playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile...
Side 1 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Side 67 - 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 5 - Why did All-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards, Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
Side 98 - Adieu!' At length, his transient respite past, His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more: For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age Is wet with Anson's tear: And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead.
Side 48 - Oh, could'st thou speak, As in Dodona once thy kindred trees Oracular, I would not curious ask The future, best unknown, but at thy mouth Inquisitive, the less ambiguous past. By thee I might correct, erroneous oft, The clock of history, facts and events Timing more punctual, unrecorded facts Recov'ring, and misstated setting right...
Side 65 - It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Side 5 - Is there, as ye sometimes tell us, Is there One, who reigns on high ? Has He bid you buy and sell us, Speaking from his throne, the sky ? Ask him, if your knotted scourges, Matches, blood-extorting screws, Are the means...
Side 97 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her, again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline Or courage die away; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.