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beauty beneath Blank Verse boast breath call'd cause charm'd charms dæmons death delight distant divine dream earth ease Edmonton ev'n ev'ry fair fake fame fancy fast feed feel flow'r folly form'd foul fountain of eternal frown Gilpin give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart heav'n honour human John Gilpin labour less liberty live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's never nymphs o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise proud rapture rest rude rural scel scene seek seem'd shade shine sield sigh sight sill sill'd sinds sire sirm sirst skies sleep sloth smile Sofa song soon Stamp'd sweet task taste thee their's thine thou art thought toil truth Twas virtue wash'd WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom worth your's youth
Side 327 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.
Side 119 - 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...
Side 335 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song.
Side 40 - 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.
Side 41 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Side 34 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Side 56 - 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.
Side 189 - Are they not his by a peculiar right, And by an emphasis of interest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world So...