The Poetical Works of William Cowper ...Little, Brown, 1859 |
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Side 14
... honours bright . O'er these , but far beyond ( a spacious map Of hill and valley interposed between ) , The Ouse , dividing the well water'd land , Now glitters in the sun , and now retires , As bashful , yet impatient to be seen ...
... honours bright . O'er these , but far beyond ( a spacious map Of hill and valley interposed between ) , The Ouse , dividing the well water'd land , Now glitters in the sun , and now retires , As bashful , yet impatient to be seen ...
Side 19
... honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . The innocent are gay - the lark is gay , That dries his feathers , saturate with dew , Beneath the rosy cloud , while yet the beams Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest ...
... honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . The innocent are gay - the lark is gay , That dries his feathers , saturate with dew , Beneath the rosy cloud , while yet the beams Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest ...
Side 28
... honour too , To peculators of the public gold : That thieves at home must hang ; but he , that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The wealth of Indian provinces , escapes . Nor is it well , nor can it come to good , That ...
... honour too , To peculators of the public gold : That thieves at home must hang ; but he , that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The wealth of Indian provinces , escapes . Nor is it well , nor can it come to good , That ...
Side 41
... honours , and farewell with them The hope of such hereafter ! They have fallen Each in his field of glory ; one in arms And one in council - Wolfe upon the lap Of smiling Victory that moment won , And Chatham heart - sick of his ...
... honours , and farewell with them The hope of such hereafter ! They have fallen Each in his field of glory ; one in arms And one in council - Wolfe upon the lap Of smiling Victory that moment won , And Chatham heart - sick of his ...
Side 42
... honours of the turf as all our own ! Go then , well worthy of the praise ye`seek , And show the shame ye might conceal at home In foreign eyes ! —be grooms , and win the plate Where once your noble fathers won a crown ! — ' Tis generous ...
... honours of the turf as all our own ! Go then , well worthy of the praise ye`seek , And show the shame ye might conceal at home In foreign eyes ! —be grooms , and win the plate Where once your noble fathers won a crown ! — ' Tis generous ...
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altera Aspasio beauty beneath bids boast breath call'd cause charms creatures death delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease fair fame fancy fear feed feel flower folly form'd free as air fulta give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heaven honour hope human Jack hare labour less liberty life's live lost lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never night nutat nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps PINEAPPLE pleasures plebeian praise prize proud prove scene seek seem'd serò shade shine sighs sight silent clock skies sleep sloth smile Sofa song soon soul sound spare Stamp'd succisas suspiria sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice walnut shade waste wind winter wisdom wonder worth youth
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Side 97 - tis the twanging horn ! o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright, He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks ; News from all nations lumbering at his back.
Side 34 - As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast : Then what is man ? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not "blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man...
Side 152 - There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes. He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own.
Side 38 - And manifold results, into the will And arbitration wise of the Supreme. Did not his eye rule all things, and intend The least of our concerns (since from the least The greatest oft originate); could chance Find place in his dominion, or dispose One lawless particle to thwart his plan ; Then God might be surprised, and unforeseen Contingence might alarm him, and disturb The smooth and equal course of his affairs.
Side 46 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on Earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner...
Side 189 - Kneels with the native of the farthest West, And ^Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand, And worships. Her report has travelled forth Into all lands.
Side 247 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Side 40 - Suspend th' effect, or heal it? Has not God Still wrought by means since first he made the world? And did he not of old employ his means To drown it? What is his creation less Than a capacious reservoir of means Form'd for his use, and ready at his will? Go, dress thine eyes with eyesalve; ask of him, Or ask of whomsoever he has taught, And learn, though late, the genuine cause of all.
Side 252 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away ! ' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Side 151 - Patriots have toiled, and in their country's cause Bled nobly; and their deeds, as they deserve, Receive proud recompense. We give in charge Their names to the sweet lyre. The historic muse, Proud of the treasure, marches with it down To latest times...