The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner TempleJ. Sharpe, 1818 - 216 sider |
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Side 13
... fears away ! ' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes , ( Blest be the art that can immortalize , The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it ) , here shines on me still the same . Faithful remembrancer of one so dear , O ...
... fears away ! ' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes , ( Blest be the art that can immortalize , The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it ) , here shines on me still the same . Faithful remembrancer of one so dear , O ...
Side 35
... fear , And hopes in spite of pain : If Winter bellow from the north , Soon the sweet Spring comes dancing forth , And Nature laughs again . What if thine heaven be overcast ? The dark appearance 35 Horace Book II Ode X.
... fear , And hopes in spite of pain : If Winter bellow from the north , Soon the sweet Spring comes dancing forth , And Nature laughs again . What if thine heaven be overcast ? The dark appearance 35 Horace Book II Ode X.
Side 36
... fears ; Where Duty bids he confidently steers , Faces a thousand dangers at her call , And , trusting in his God , surmounts them all . THE ROSE . This elegant Rose had I shaken it 36 A Reflection on the foregoing Ode.
... fears ; Where Duty bids he confidently steers , Faces a thousand dangers at her call , And , trusting in his God , surmounts them all . THE ROSE . This elegant Rose had I shaken it 36 A Reflection on the foregoing Ode.
Side 48
... Fear not lest labour such as thine be vain . Thou hast achieved a part ; hast gain'd the ear Of Britain's senate to thy glorious cause ; Hope smiles , joy springs , and tho ' cold caution pause And weave delay , the better hour is near ...
... Fear not lest labour such as thine be vain . Thou hast achieved a part ; hast gain'd the ear Of Britain's senate to thy glorious cause ; Hope smiles , joy springs , and tho ' cold caution pause And weave delay , the better hour is near ...
Side 62
... suits her to roam , She will have just the life she prefers , With little to hope or to fear , And ours would be pleasant as hers , Might we view her enjoying it here . CATHARINA : SECOND PART . On her Marriage to George 62.
... suits her to roam , She will have just the life she prefers , With little to hope or to fear , And ours would be pleasant as hers , Might we view her enjoying it here . CATHARINA : SECOND PART . On her Marriage to George 62.
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
ALEXANDEr selkirk Aspasio beneath bird boast bosom calender call'd Catharina charms COWPER cried dæmons dear death declension delight design'd divine dream dwell e'en earth Edmonton eyes fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship GEORGE ROMNEY Gilpin grace grief hear heard heart Heaven honour horse John Gilpin JOHN SHARPE JOSEPH HILL knew LADY learn'd length life's light live Mary mind MINOR POEMS Muses ne'er neighbour never night numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pine-apples pleasure poet poet's PORTBURY praise prove rest RICHARD WESTALL rose scene seem'd shine shore side sight sing skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd storm sweet tear tell thee theme thine Thou hast thought THRACIAN Throckmorton toil treasure truth Twas verse voice waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wish wonder youth
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Side 91 - Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig. The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Side 54 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Side 17 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Side 92 - Were shatter'd 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...
Side 16 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Side 95 - Ah ! luckless speech and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear ; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Side 15 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid...
Side 90 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So,
Side 36 - He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm 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 53 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...