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... by long experience of thy worth And well - tried virtues , could alone infpire- Witnefs a joy that thou haft doubled long . Thou know'ft my praise of nature most fincere , And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To ferve BOOK I. THE SOFA .
... by long experience of thy worth And well - tried virtues , could alone infpire- Witnefs a joy that thou haft doubled long . Thou know'ft my praise of nature most fincere , And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To ferve BOOK I. THE SOFA .
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... praise . Now mark a spot or two , That so much 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 ...
... praise . Now mark a spot or two , That so much 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 ...
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... praise and boast enough In ev'ry clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children . Praise enough To fill th ' ambition of a private man , That Chatham's language was his mother tongue , And Wolfe's great name ...
... praise and boast enough In ev'ry clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children . Praise enough To fill th ' ambition of a private man , That Chatham's language was his mother tongue , And Wolfe's great name ...
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... praise ye seek , And fhow the fhame ye might conceal at home In foreign eyes ! -be grooms , and win the plate Where once your nobler fathers won a crown ! - ' Tis gen'rous to communicate your kill To those that need it . Folly is foon ...
... praise ye seek , And fhow the fhame ye might conceal at home In foreign eyes ! -be grooms , and win the plate Where once your nobler fathers won a crown ! - ' Tis gen'rous to communicate your kill To those that need it . Folly is foon ...
Side 53
... praise who do no more . Yet what can fatire , whether grave or gay ? It may correct a foible , may chastise The freaks of fashion , regulate the dress , Retrench a fword - blade , or difplace a patch ; But where are its fublimer ...
... praise who do no more . Yet what can fatire , whether grave or gay ? It may correct a foible , may chastise The freaks of fashion , regulate the dress , Retrench a fword - blade , or difplace a patch ; But where are its fublimer ...
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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...