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... must be beautiful , which , daily view'd , Please daily , and whofe novelty furvives Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years . Praife juftly due to those that I describe . Nor rural fights alone , but rural founds , Exhilarate the ...
... must be beautiful , which , daily view'd , Please daily , and whofe novelty furvives Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years . Praife juftly due to those that I describe . Nor rural fights alone , but rural founds , Exhilarate the ...
Side 10
... must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that fwim fublime In ftill repeated circles , fcreaming loud , The jay , the pie , and ev'n the boding owl That hails the rising moon , have charms for me . Sounds inharmonious in ...
... must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that fwim fublime In ftill repeated circles , fcreaming loud , The jay , the pie , and ev'n the boding owl That hails the rising moon , have charms for me . Sounds inharmonious in ...
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... it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Difinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not for nought ; And must be brib'd , to compafs earth again , 30 BOOK I. THE TASK .
... it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Difinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not for nought ; And must be brib'd , to compafs earth again , 30 BOOK I. THE TASK .
Side 31
William Cowper. And must be brib'd , to compafs earth again , By other hopes and richer fruits than your's . But , though true worth and virtue in the mild And genial foil of cultivated life Thrive moft , and may perhaps thrive only ...
William Cowper. And must be brib'd , to compafs earth again , By other hopes and richer fruits than your's . But , though true worth and virtue in the mild And genial foil of cultivated life Thrive moft , and may perhaps thrive only ...
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... must die . Storms rife t ' o'erwhelm him : or , if ftormy winds Rife not , the waters of the deep shall rise , And , needing none affiftance of the storm , Shall roll themselves afhore , and reach him there . The earth shall shake him ...
... must die . Storms rife t ' o'erwhelm him : or , if ftormy winds Rife not , the waters of the deep shall rise , And , needing none affiftance of the storm , Shall roll themselves afhore , and reach him there . The earth shall shake him ...
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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...