The Poetical Works of William Cowper ...Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... skies ; and the old And crazy earth has had her shaking fits More frequent , and foregone her usual rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , 3 And Nature with a dim and sickly eye To wait ...
... skies ; and the old And crazy earth has had her shaking fits More frequent , and foregone her usual rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , 3 And Nature with a dim and sickly eye To wait ...
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... skies , And fields without a flower , for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage , and her myrtle bowers . To shake thy senate , and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire ...
... skies , And fields without a flower , for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage , and her myrtle bowers . To shake thy senate , and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire ...
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... skies ! -His theme divine , His office sacred , his credentials clear . By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him , in strains as sweet As angels use , the Gospel whispers peace . He stablishes the strong , restores ...
... skies ! -His theme divine , His office sacred , his credentials clear . By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him , in strains as sweet As angels use , the Gospel whispers peace . He stablishes the strong , restores ...
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... skies , And gild our chamber ceilings as they pass , To her , who , frugal only that her thrift May feed excesses she can ill afford , Is hackney'd home unlackey'd ; who , in haste Alighting , turns the key in her own door , And , at ...
... skies , And gild our chamber ceilings as they pass , To her , who , frugal only that her thrift May feed excesses she can ill afford , Is hackney'd home unlackey'd ; who , in haste Alighting , turns the key in her own door , And , at ...
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... , as in truth she is , Heaven - born , and destined to the skies again . Thou art not known where Pleasure is adored , That reeling goddess with the zoneless waist And wandering eyes , still leaning on the arm Of 66 B. III THE TASK .
... , as in truth she is , Heaven - born , and destined to the skies again . Thou art not known where Pleasure is adored , That reeling goddess with the zoneless waist And wandering eyes , still leaning on the arm Of 66 B. III THE TASK .
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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...