The Poems of William CowperMethuen, 1905 - 741 sider |
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... thee : gentle Goddess , thanks ! Not that my Muse , though bashful , shall deny She would have thanked thee rather hadst thou cast A treasure in her way ; for neither meed Of early breakfast , to dispel the fumes And bowel - racking ...
... thee : gentle Goddess , thanks ! Not that my Muse , though bashful , shall deny She would have thanked thee rather hadst thou cast A treasure in her way ; for neither meed Of early breakfast , to dispel the fumes And bowel - racking ...
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... thee before . Thus while I share her smiles with thee , Welcome , my love , shall ever be The favours she bestows ; Yet not on those I found my bliss , But EARLY POEMS 17.
... thee before . Thus while I share her smiles with thee , Welcome , my love , shall ever be The favours she bestows ; Yet not on those I found my bliss , But EARLY POEMS 17.
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... thee more slowly , more heavily beat ; Perhaps , overstrained with the quick pulse of pleasure , Thou art glad of this respite to beat at thy leisure ; But the sigh of distress shall now weary thee more Than the flutter and tumult of ...
... thee more slowly , more heavily beat ; Perhaps , overstrained with the quick pulse of pleasure , Thou art glad of this respite to beat at thy leisure ; But the sigh of distress shall now weary thee more Than the flutter and tumult of ...
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... thee rather , Our blessing , or our bane ? Without thy aid The generous pangs of pity but distress The human heart that fain would feel the bliss Of blessing others ; and , enslaved by thee , Far from relieving woes which others feel ...
... thee rather , Our blessing , or our bane ? Without thy aid The generous pangs of pity but distress The human heart that fain would feel the bliss Of blessing others ; and , enslaved by thee , Far from relieving woes which others feel ...
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... thee grieving , Loved thee as I passed thee by , Be not faithless , but believing , Look and live and never die . Sweet the sound of grace Divine , Sweet the grace which makes me Thine . " Take the bloody seal I give thee Deep impressed ...
... thee grieving , Loved thee as I passed thee by , Be not faithless , but believing , Look and live and never die . Sweet the sound of grace Divine , Sweet the grace which makes me Thine . " Take the bloody seal I give thee Deep impressed ...
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beauty beneath Benham blest boast Bodham breast British Museum charms Child & Co DEAR FRIEND death delight divine dream earth edition eyes fair fame fancy fear feel GEORGE ROMNEY give glory grace hand happy hast Hayley Hayley's heart heaven Hill Homer honour hope John John Fenn John Gilpin John Johnson Johnson Joseph Hill labour Lady Austen Lady Hesketh letter lines live Lord lyre mind Muse nature never Newton numbers o'er Olney Olney Hymns once pain peace perhaps pleasure poem poet poet's praise printed prove rest scene scorn seems shade shine skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey stanza sweet Task tears tell thee theme thine things thou art thought translation truth Unwin Vaughan Johnson verse Vincent Bourne virtue Weston Weston Underwood WILLIAM COWPER wish Yaxham youth
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Side 39 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Side 31 - OH for a closer walk with God ! A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Side 271 - 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 ; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture ; much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it, too ; affectionate in look And tender in address,...
Side 429 - Toll for the brave ! Brave KEMPENFELT is gone ! His last sea-fight is fought ! His work of glory done ! It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ! She sprang no fatal leak ! She ran upon no rock...
Side 300 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Side 215 - AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Side 386 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.
Side 265 - Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ! that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Side 49 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Side 332 - 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. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. — His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —