The Poetical Works of William CowperMacmillan, 1870 - 536 sider |
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... force ; His utmost he can render is but small-- The principle and motive all in all . You have two servants - Tom , an arch , sly rogue , From top to toe the Geta now in vogue , Genteel in figure , easy in address , Moves without noise ...
... force ; His utmost he can render is but small-- The principle and motive all in all . You have two servants - Tom , an arch , sly rogue , From top to toe the Geta now in vogue , Genteel in figure , easy in address , Moves without noise ...
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... force , This riving stroke , this ultimate divorce , And , while religion seems to be her view , Hates with a deep sincerity the true : For this , of all that ever influenced man , Since Abel worshipp'd or the world began , This only ...
... force , This riving stroke , this ultimate divorce , And , while religion seems to be her view , Hates with a deep sincerity the true : For this , of all that ever influenced man , Since Abel worshipp'd or the world began , This only ...
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... force Can quell the love of freedom in a horse : He breaks the cord that held him at the rack ; And , conscious of an unencumber'd back . Snuffs up the morning air , forgets the rein ; Loose fly his forelock and his ample mane ...
... force Can quell the love of freedom in a horse : He breaks the cord that held him at the rack ; And , conscious of an unencumber'd back . Snuffs up the morning air , forgets the rein ; Loose fly his forelock and his ample mane ...
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... force still active , at this hour Enjoy immunity from priestly power , While conscience , happier than in ancient years , Owns no superior but the God she fears . Propitious spirit ! yet expunge a wrong Thy rights have suffer'd , and ...
... force still active , at this hour Enjoy immunity from priestly power , While conscience , happier than in ancient years , Owns no superior but the God she fears . Propitious spirit ! yet expunge a wrong Thy rights have suffer'd , and ...
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... . In his side he bore , And in his hands and feet , the cruel scars . With gentle force soliciting the darts , He drew them forth , and heal'd , and bade me live . Since then , with few associates , in remote And THE TASK . 20 29.
... . In his side he bore , And in his hands and feet , the cruel scars . With gentle force soliciting the darts , He drew them forth , and heal'd , and bade me live . Since then , with few associates , in remote And THE TASK . 20 29.
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Aspasio bard beneath blest boast bosom breast breath call'd CATHARINE SHAWE charms Cowper dear death delight divine dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire fix'd flowers folly form'd give glory grace groves hand happy hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope Jean Jacques Rousseau John Throckmorton labour light live Lord lyre mind muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymphs o'er once pain Parnassian pass'd peace Phoebus pity pleasure poet praise prove rest rills sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine shore sigh sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound stamp'd stout spurs stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine thou art thought Thracian toil trembling truth Twas verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste Westminster School whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wonder youth
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Side 176 - Had cheered the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, 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 191 - 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 29 - 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 98 - Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee, and adore ; Oh ! for grace to love thee more.
Side 108 - GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.
Side 191 - And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Side 52 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Side 76 - The scene of all those sorrows left behind, Sought their own village, busied as they went In musings worthy of the great event : They spake of him they loved, of him whose life. Though blameless, had incurr'd perpetual strife. Whose deeds had left, in spite of hostile arts, A deep memorial graven on their hearts.
Side 47 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace.
Side 90 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.