The Poetical Works of William Cowper ...Little, Brown, 1859 |
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Side 43
... labour and the skill it cost ; Are occupations of the poet's mind So pleasing , and that steal away the thought With such address from themes of sad import , That , lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels the anxieties of life ...
... labour and the skill it cost ; Are occupations of the poet's mind So pleasing , and that steal away the thought With such address from themes of sad import , That , lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels the anxieties of life ...
Side 47
... practised at the glass ! I seek divine simplicity in him Who handles things divine ; and all besides , Though learn'd with labour , and though much admired By curious eyes and judgments ill inform❜d , To me THE TIME - PIECE . 47.
... practised at the glass ! I seek divine simplicity in him Who handles things divine ; and all besides , Though learn'd with labour , and though much admired By curious eyes and judgments ill inform❜d , To me THE TIME - PIECE . 47.
Side 78
... Labour needs his watchful eye , Oft loitering lazily , if not o'erseen , Or misapplying his unskilful strength . Nor does he govern only or direct , But much performs himself . No works , indeed , That ask robust , tough sinews , bred ...
... Labour needs his watchful eye , Oft loitering lazily , if not o'erseen , Or misapplying his unskilful strength . Nor does he govern only or direct , But much performs himself . No works , indeed , That ask robust , tough sinews , bred ...
Side 79
... labour well bestow'd , And wise precaution ; which a clime so rude Makes needful still , whose Spring is but the child Of churlish Winter , in her froward moods Discovering much the temper of her sire . For oft , as if in her the stream ...
... labour well bestow'd , And wise precaution ; which a clime so rude Makes needful still , whose Spring is but the child Of churlish Winter , in her froward moods Discovering much the temper of her sire . For oft , as if in her the stream ...
Side 81
... labour ends . Thrice must the voluble and restless earth Spin round upon her axle , ere the warmth , Slow gathering in the midst , through the square mass Diffused , attain the surface : when , behold ! A pestilent and most corrosive ...
... labour ends . Thrice must the voluble and restless earth Spin round upon her axle , ere the warmth , Slow gathering in the midst , through the square mass Diffused , attain the surface : when , behold ! A pestilent and most corrosive ...
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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...