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... give Religion her unbridled scope , Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeign'd , To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ...
... give Religion her unbridled scope , Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeign'd , To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ...
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... Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away . He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the ...
... Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away . He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the ...
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... Gives him Olympic speed , and shoots him to the goal . Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts ; Let magistrates alert perform their parts ; Not skulk or put on a prudential mask , As if their duty were a desperate task ; Let active ...
... Gives him Olympic speed , and shoots him to the goal . Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts ; Let magistrates alert perform their parts ; Not skulk or put on a prudential mask , As if their duty were a desperate task ; Let active ...
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... 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 doom that people with a frown , And mark ...
... 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 doom that people with a frown , And mark ...
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... Gives liberty the last , the mortal shock ; Slips the slave's collar on , and snaps the lock . A. Such lofty strains embellish what you teach : Mean you to prophesy , or but to preach ? - B. I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire ...
... Gives liberty the last , the mortal shock ; Slips the slave's collar on , and snaps the lock . A. Such lofty strains embellish what you teach : Mean you to prophesy , or but to preach ? - B. I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire ...
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Poems: With a Biographical and Critical Introduction, Volum 2 William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1852 |
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Side 46 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She, for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise ; but, though her lot be such (Toilsome and indigent), she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true — A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Side 239 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Side 236 - But yet his horse was not a whit 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 445 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Side 235 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd. Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Side 232 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Side 234 - 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 446 - I would not trust my heart; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Side 445 - I heard the bell tolled 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. — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more.
Side 411 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot ; As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw ; To pitch the ball into the grounded hat, Or drive it devious with a dextrous pat; The pleasing spectacle at once excites Such recollection of our own delights, That, viewing it, we seem almost to obtain Our innocent sweet simple years again.