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... beauty , her fertility . She dreads An inftant's pause , and lives but while she moves . Its own revolvency upholds the world . Winds from all quarters agitate the air , And fit the limpid element for use , Elfe noxious : oceans ...
... beauty , her fertility . She dreads An inftant's pause , and lives but while she moves . Its own revolvency upholds the world . Winds from all quarters agitate the air , And fit the limpid element for use , Elfe noxious : oceans ...
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... beauty , when no cause For fuch immeafurable woe appears , These Flora banishes , and gives the fair Sweet fmiles , and bloom lefs tranfient than her own . It is the conftant revolution , ftale And taftelefs , of the fame repeated joys ...
... beauty , when no cause For fuch immeafurable woe appears , These Flora banishes , and gives the fair Sweet fmiles , and bloom lefs tranfient than her own . It is the conftant revolution , ftale And taftelefs , of the fame repeated joys ...
Side 32
... beauty to a stone , And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips . Nor does the chiffel occupy alone The pow'rs of sculpture , but the ftyle as much ; Each province of her art her equal care . With nice incifion of her guided steel She ...
... beauty to a stone , And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips . Nor does the chiffel occupy alone The pow'rs of sculpture , but the ftyle as much ; Each province of her art her equal care . With nice incifion of her guided steel She ...
Side 33
... beauty would do well to purge ; And fhow this queen of cities , that so fair May yet be foul ; fo witty , yet not wife . It is not feemly , nor of good report , That the is flack in difcipline ; more prompt T'avenge than to prevent the ...
... beauty would do well to purge ; And fhow this queen of cities , that so fair May yet be foul ; fo witty , yet not wife . It is not feemly , nor of good report , That the is flack in difcipline ; more prompt T'avenge than to prevent the ...
Side 44
... beauty oft and letter'd worth consume Life in the unproductive shades of death , Fall prone : the pale inhabitants come forth , And , happy in their unforeseen release From all the rigours of restraint , enjoy The terrors 44 BOOK IT ...
... beauty oft and letter'd worth consume Life in the unproductive shades of death , Fall prone : the pale inhabitants come forth , And , happy in their unforeseen release From all the rigours of restraint , enjoy The terrors 44 BOOK IT ...
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Poems: By William Cowper, of the Inner Temple, Esq. In Two Volumes. Vol. I-II. William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1800 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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Populære avsnitt
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...