The Poetical Works of William Cowper ...Little, Brown, 1859 |
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Side 6
... sleep within the carriage more secure , His legs depending at the open door . Sweet sleep enjoys the curate in his desk , The tedious rector drawling o'er his head ; And sweet the clerk below . But neither sleep Of lazy nurse , who ...
... sleep within the carriage more secure , His legs depending at the open door . Sweet sleep enjoys the curate in his desk , The tedious rector drawling o'er his head ; And sweet the clerk below . But neither sleep Of lazy nurse , who ...
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... sleep not ; see him sweating o'er his bread Before he eats it .- " Tis the primal curse , But soften'd into mercy ; made the pledge Of cheerful days , and nights without a groan . By ceaseless action all that is subsists . Constant ...
... sleep not ; see him sweating o'er his bread Before he eats it .- " Tis the primal curse , But soften'd into mercy ; made the pledge Of cheerful days , and nights without a groan . By ceaseless action all that is subsists . Constant ...
Side 28
... can ye shine ; There only minds like yours can do no harm . Our groves were planted to console at noon The pensive wanderer in their shades . At eve The moonbeam , sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves 28 B. I. THE TASK .
... can ye shine ; There only minds like yours can do no harm . Our groves were planted to console at noon The pensive wanderer in their shades . At eve The moonbeam , sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves 28 B. I. THE TASK .
Side 29
William Cowper. The moonbeam , sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves , is all the light they wish , Birds warbling all the music . The splendour of your lamps ; We can spare they but eclipse Our softer satellite . Your songs ...
William Cowper. The moonbeam , sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves , is all the light they wish , Birds warbling all the music . The splendour of your lamps ; We can spare they but eclipse Our softer satellite . Your songs ...
Side 34
... sleep , And tremble when I wake , for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd . No : dear as freedom is , and in my heart's Just estimation prized above all price , I had much rather be myself the slave , And wear ...
... sleep , And tremble when I wake , for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd . No : dear as freedom is , and in my heart's Just estimation prized above all price , I had much rather be myself the slave , And wear ...
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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...