The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple, Del 1John Sharpe, 1818 - 108 sider |
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Side 11
... give in rivulets to thy root , Thou temptest none , but rather much forbidd'st The feller's toil , which thou couldst ill requite . Yet is thy root sincere , sound as the rock , A quarry of stout spurs , and knotted fangs , Which ...
... give in rivulets to thy root , Thou temptest none , but rather much forbidd'st The feller's toil , which thou couldst ill requite . Yet is thy root sincere , sound as the rock , A quarry of stout spurs , and knotted fangs , Which ...
Side 34
... all that ever pass'd my pen , So soon to be forgot ! Phoebus , if such be thy design , To place it in thy bow , Give wit , that what is left may shine With equal grace below . HORACE . BOOK II . ODE X. RECEIVE , dear Ode to Apollo.
... all that ever pass'd my pen , So soon to be forgot ! Phoebus , if such be thy design , To place it in thy bow , Give wit , that what is left may shine With equal grace below . HORACE . BOOK II . ODE X. RECEIVE , dear Ode to Apollo.
Side 45
... Gives nature power to please ; The mind that feels no smart Enlivens all it sees ; Can make a wintry sky Seem bright as smiling May , And evening's closing eye As peep of early day . The vast majestic globe , So beauteously array'd In ...
... Gives nature power to please ; The mind that feels no smart Enlivens all it sees ; Can make a wintry sky Seem bright as smiling May , And evening's closing eye As peep of early day . The vast majestic globe , So beauteously array'd In ...
Side 51
... give , I would not recompense his art with less , Who , giving Mary health , heals my distress . Friend of my friend ! * I love thee , though unknown , And boldly call thee , being his , my own . SONNET TO GEORGE ROMNEY , ESQ . On his ...
... give , I would not recompense his art with less , Who , giving Mary health , heals my distress . Friend of my friend ! * I love thee , though unknown , And boldly call thee , being his , my own . SONNET TO GEORGE ROMNEY , ESQ . On his ...
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... give me , when you are all dead , The glory your malice denies ; Shall dignity give to my lay , Although but a mere bagatelle ; And even a poet shall say , Nothing ever was written so well . CATHARINA . TO MRS . STAPLETON , ( NOW MRS 59 ...
... give me , when you are all dead , The glory your malice denies ; Shall dignity give to my lay , Although but a mere bagatelle ; And even a poet shall say , Nothing ever was written so well . CATHARINA . TO MRS . STAPLETON , ( NOW MRS 59 ...
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bird boast BODHAM bosom call'd Catharina charms cried dæmons dear death declension delight design'd divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dream dwell e'en ease Edmonton express'd eyes Fancy fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship Gilpin grace happy prisoners hear heard heart Heaven honour JOHN GILPIN JOHN SHARPE John Throckmorton knew labour LADY learn'd length life's light live mar delights Mary mind Muses ne'er neighbour never night Nose numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps Pertenhall pine-apples pleasure poet poet's PORTBURY praise prove rest RICHARD WESTALL rose scene seem'd shine shore side sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stout spurs sweet tear tell thee thine Thou hast thought THRACIAN treasure truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE voice wast whate'er WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wings wish wish'd wonder youth
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Side 13 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Side 14 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Side 88 - He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go. Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said ; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnish'd with our own, Which is both bright and clear.
Side 90 - Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed.
Side 14 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile, — it answers — Yes.
Side 15 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid...
Side 38 - When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glowworm by his spark ; So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
Side 47 - Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again, Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant...
Side 115 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Side 91 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought ; Away went hat and wig ! He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.