Poems,C. Whittingham. : Sold by R. Jennings ... London., 1817 |
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... dreads An instant's pause , and lives but while she moves . Its own revolvency upholds the world . Winds from all quarters agitate the air , And fit the limpid element for use , Else noxious : oceans , rivers , lakes , and streams , All ...
... dreads An instant's pause , and lives but while she moves . Its own revolvency upholds the world . Winds from all quarters agitate the air , And fit the limpid element for use , Else noxious : oceans , rivers , lakes , and streams , All ...
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... dread , The slavish dread of solitude , that breeds Reflection and remorse , the fear of shame , And their inveterate habits , all forbid . Whom call we gay ? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . The ...
... dread , The slavish dread of solitude , that breeds Reflection and remorse , the fear of shame , And their inveterate habits , all forbid . Whom call we gay ? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . The ...
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... dread of more , His name a theme for praise and for reproach ? - That , while it gives us worth in God's account , Depreciates and undoes us in our own ? What pearl is it that rich men cannot buy , That learning is too proud to gather ...
... dread of more , His name a theme for praise and for reproach ? - That , while it gives us worth in God's account , Depreciates and undoes us in our own ? What pearl is it that rich men cannot buy , That learning is too proud to gather ...
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... dread , Not needful here , beneath a roof like mine . Yes - thou mayest eat thy bread , and lick the hand That feeds thee ; thou mayest frolic on the floor At evening , and at night retire secure To thy straw couch , and slumber ...
... dread , Not needful here , beneath a roof like mine . Yes - thou mayest eat thy bread , and lick the hand That feeds thee ; thou mayest frolic on the floor At evening , and at night retire secure To thy straw couch , and slumber ...
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... dreaded as thou art ! Thou holdest the sun . A prisoner in the yet undawning east , Shortening his journey between morn and noon , And hurrying him , impatient of his stay , Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating his loss ...
... dreaded as thou art ! Thou holdest the sun . A prisoner in the yet undawning east , Shortening his journey between morn and noon , And hurrying him , impatient of his stay , Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating his loss ...
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Poems: The task, a poem, ... to which are added, by the same author, an ... William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1785 |
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast bound breath cause charms Chiswick dæmons death deem delight distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'n fair fame fancy fear feed feel flower folly fountain of eternal give glory grace grave hand happy hare hast heard heart heaven honour human JOSEPH HILL labour less liberty live lost lyre March 9 mind muse nature nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps play pleasure plebeian powdered coat praise prize proud prove Puss quake rapture rest rude rural sacred scene scorn seek seems shade shine silent clock skies sleep sloth smile smooth song soon soul sound sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought Tiney toil truth twas virtue walnut shade waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wonder worth youth
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Side 117 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers : his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all.
Side 199 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Side 74 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent whether grief or joy, Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet With tears that trickled down the writer's cheeks Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains Or nymphs responsive, equally affect His horse and him,...
Side 52 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers.
Side 117 - There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes. He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared...
Side 98 - The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task.
Side 197 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor...
Side 56 - Philosophy baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love Has eyes indeed ; and viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives Him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Side 165 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot ; As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Side 74 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.