Poems,C. Whittingham. : Sold by R. Jennings ... London., 1817 |
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... sloth to honourable toil ! Yet even these , though feigning sickness oft , They swathe the forehead , drag the limping limb , And vex their flesh with artificial sores , Can change their whine into a mirthful note , . When safe occasion ...
... sloth to honourable toil ! Yet even these , though feigning sickness oft , They swathe the forehead , drag the limping limb , And vex their flesh with artificial sores , Can change their whine into a mirthful note , . When safe occasion ...
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... likeness . Rank abundance breeds In gross and pampered cities sloth and lust , And wantonness and gluttonous excess . In cities vice is hidden with most ease , Or seen with least reproach ; and virtue , taught 22 BOOK I. THE TASK .
... likeness . Rank abundance breeds In gross and pampered cities sloth and lust , And wantonness and gluttonous excess . In cities vice is hidden with most ease , Or seen with least reproach ; and virtue , taught 22 BOOK I. THE TASK .
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... sloth , 1. infidelity and love of world , To take God's work a sinecure ; a slave Po his own pleasures and his patron's pride : From such apostles , oh ye mitred heads , Preserve the church ! and lay not careless hands On sculls , that ...
... sloth , 1. infidelity and love of world , To take God's work a sinecure ; a slave Po his own pleasures and his patron's pride : From such apostles , oh ye mitred heads , Preserve the church ! and lay not careless hands On sculls , that ...
Side 48
... sloth Exposed their inexperience to the snare , And left them to an undirected choice . See then the quiver broken and decayed , In which are kept our arrows ! Rusting there In wild disorder , and unfit for use , What wonder if ...
... sloth Exposed their inexperience to the snare , And left them to an undirected choice . See then the quiver broken and decayed , In which are kept our arrows ! Rusting there In wild disorder , and unfit for use , What wonder if ...
Side 85
... solicitous how best He may compensate for a day of sloth By works of darkness and nocturnal wrong . Woe to the gardener's pale , the farmer's hedge , Plashed neatly , and secured with driven stakes Deep in THE WINTER EVENING . 85.
... solicitous how best He may compensate for a day of sloth By works of darkness and nocturnal wrong . Woe to the gardener's pale , the farmer's hedge , Plashed neatly , and secured with driven stakes Deep in THE WINTER EVENING . 85.
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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.