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Could those few pleasant days again appear , Might one wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired , perhaps I might.But no — what here we call our life is such ...
Could those few pleasant days again appear , Might one wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired , perhaps I might.But no — what here we call our life is such ...
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The Minor Poems of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1817 |
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appear beneath bird boast callid cause clear close dear death delight divine dream dwell earth ease eyes fair fear feel flew flowers force friendship Gilpin give grace half hand happy hast head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour John JOHN SHARPE kind knew known LADY length less light live looks lost Mary meet mind Muses Nature needs never night o'er once peace perhaps play pleasure poet poor present prove rest rose round scene secure seems seen shine shore side sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow sound spring storm sweet tear tell thee theme thine thing thou thought Till treasure true truth Twas voice waste wind wish worth 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 93 - 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...
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple, Volumer 1-2 Utgave 43751 av Early American imprints Volum 1 av Riley's cabinet edition of Cowper's Poems The minor poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple, Kohler Collection of British Poetry |
| Forfatter | William Cowper |
| illustrert av | Richard Westall |
| Utgiver | J. Sharpe, 1818 |
| Original fra | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisert | 28. nov 2006 |
| Lengde | 188 sider |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |