The Poetical Works of William Cowper ...Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... seem'd Than the firm oak of which the frame was form'd . No want of timber then was felt or fear'd In Albion's happy isle . The lumber stood Ponderous and fix'd by its own massy weight . But elbows still were wanting ; these , some say ...
... seem'd Than the firm oak of which the frame was form'd . No want of timber then was felt or fear'd In Albion's happy isle . The lumber stood Ponderous and fix'd by its own massy weight . But elbows still were wanting ; these , some say ...
Side 132
... seem'd Another moon new risen , or meteor fallen From Heaven to Earth , of lambent flame serene . So stood the brittle prodigy ; though smooth And slippery the materials , yet frost - bound Firm as a rock . Nor wanted aught within ...
... seem'd Another moon new risen , or meteor fallen From Heaven to Earth , of lambent flame serene . So stood the brittle prodigy ; though smooth And slippery the materials , yet frost - bound Firm as a rock . Nor wanted aught within ...
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... seem'd Intrinsically precious ; to the foot Treacherous and false ; it smiled , and it was cold . Great princes have great playthings . Some have play'd At hewing mountains into men , and some At building human wonders mountain high ...
... seem'd Intrinsically precious ; to the foot Treacherous and false ; it smiled , and it was cold . Great princes have great playthings . Some have play'd At hewing mountains into men , and some At building human wonders mountain high ...
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... my way through many years . Short as in retrospect the journey seems , It seem'd not always short ; the rugged path , And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn , VOL . II . 12 Moved many a sigh at its disheartening length . Yet.
... my way through many years . Short as in retrospect the journey seems , It seem'd not always short ; the rugged path , And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn , VOL . II . 12 Moved many a sigh at its disheartening length . Yet.
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... seem'd to judge the man . An ancient , not a legendary tale , By one of sound intelligence rehearsed ( If such who plead for Providence may seem In modern eyes ) , shall make the doctrine clear . Where England , stretch'd towards the ...
... seem'd to judge the man . An ancient , not a legendary tale , By one of sound intelligence rehearsed ( If such who plead for Providence may seem In modern eyes ) , shall make the doctrine clear . Where England , stretch'd towards the ...
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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...