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... should be found , Who , felf - imprison'd in their proud faloons , Renounce the odours of the open field For the unfcented fictions of the loom ; Who , fatisfied with only pencil'd fcenes , Prefer to the performance of a God Th ...
... should be found , Who , felf - imprison'd in their proud faloons , Renounce the odours of the open field For the unfcented fictions of the loom ; Who , fatisfied with only pencil'd fcenes , Prefer to the performance of a God Th ...
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... should brutalize by choice His nature ; and , though capable of arts By which the world might profit , and himself , Self - banifh'd from fociety , prefer Such fqualid floth to honourable toil ! Yet even thefe , though , feigning ...
... should brutalize by choice His nature ; and , though capable of arts By which the world might profit , and himself , Self - banifh'd from fociety , prefer Such fqualid floth to honourable toil ! Yet even thefe , though , feigning ...
Side 42
... should be peace , And brethren in calamity should love . Alas for Sicily ! rude fragments now Lie fcatter'd where the fhapely column ftood . Her palaces are duft . In all her streets The voice of finging and the sprightly chord ...
... should be peace , And brethren in calamity should love . Alas for Sicily ! rude fragments now Lie fcatter'd where the fhapely column ftood . Her palaces are duft . In all her streets The voice of finging and the sprightly chord ...
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... Should England profper , when fuch things , as fmooth And tender as a girl , all effenc'd o'er With odours , and as profligate as sweet ; Who fell their laurel for a myrtle wreath , And love when they should fight ; when such as thefe ...
... Should England profper , when fuch things , as fmooth And tender as a girl , all effenc'd o'er With odours , and as profligate as sweet ; Who fell their laurel for a myrtle wreath , And love when they should fight ; when such as thefe ...
Side 59
... should beware Of lightness in his fpeech . " Tis pitiful To court a grin , when you fhould woo a foul ; To break a jeft , when pity would infpire Pathetic exhortation ; and t ' addrefs The skittish fancy with facetious tales , When fent ...
... should beware Of lightness in his fpeech . " Tis pitiful To court a grin , when you fhould woo a foul ; To break a jeft , when pity would infpire Pathetic exhortation ; and t ' addrefs The skittish fancy with facetious tales , When fent ...
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Poems: By William Cowper, of the Inner Temple, Esq. In Two Volumes. Vol. I-II. William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1800 |
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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 40 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
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...
Side 333 - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...