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Side 78
No soil like poverty for growth divine, As leanest land supplies the richest wine.
Earth gives too little, giving only bread, To nourish pride, or turn the weakest
head : To them the sounding jargon of the schools Seems what it is — a cap and
bell ...
No soil like poverty for growth divine, As leanest land supplies the richest wine.
Earth gives too little, giving only bread, To nourish pride, or turn the weakest
head : To them the sounding jargon of the schools Seems what it is — a cap and
bell ...
Side 124
Tis grave philosophy's absurdest dream, That Heav'n's intentions are not what
they seem, That only shadows are dispens'd below, And Earth has no reality but
wo. Thus things terrestrial wear a diff'rent hue, As youth or age persuades; and ...
Tis grave philosophy's absurdest dream, That Heav'n's intentions are not what
they seem, That only shadows are dispens'd below, And Earth has no reality but
wo. Thus things terrestrial wear a diff'rent hue, As youth or age persuades; and ...
Side 151
... her pow'r disarms, Wine has no taste, and beauty has no charms : God's holy
word, once trivial in his view, Now by the voice of his experience true, Seems, as
it is, the fountain whence alone Must spring that hope he pants to make his own.
... her pow'r disarms, Wine has no taste, and beauty has no charms : God's holy
word, once trivial in his view, Now by the voice of his experience true, Seems, as
it is, the fountain whence alone Must spring that hope he pants to make his own.
Side 189
Through constant dread of giving truth offence, He ties up all his hearers in
suspense ; Knows what he knows, as if he knew it not ; What he remembers
seems to have forgot ; His sole opinion, whatsoe'er befall, Centring at last in
having none ...
Through constant dread of giving truth offence, He ties up all his hearers in
suspense ; Knows what he knows, as if he knew it not ; What he remembers
seems to have forgot ; His sole opinion, whatsoe'er befall, Centring at last in
having none ...
Side 219
Digression is so much in modern use, Thought is so rare, and fancy so profuse,
Some never seem so wide of their intent, As when returning to the theme they
meant; As mendicants, whose business is to roam, Make ev'ry parish but their
own ...
Digression is so much in modern use, Thought is so rare, and fancy so profuse,
Some never seem so wide of their intent, As when returning to the theme they
meant; As mendicants, whose business is to roam, Make ev'ry parish but their
own ...
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appears beneath bids busy cause charms close course dark delight divine dream Earth ev'ry eyes face fair fall fancy fear feel fire give glory grace ground half hand happy hast head hear heart Heav'n hope hour human it's joys kind land laws leave less light live look lost mankind mean meet mind muse Nature never night once pain peace perhaps plain play pleasure poor pow'r praise pride prove race rest rich sacred scene scorn seems seen sense shine side sight skies smile song soon soul sound speak stand stream sweet taste teach tell thee theme thine things thou thought thousand tongue true truth turn virtue waste wisdom wrong
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Side 352 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Side 266 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Side 284 - The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, And it seem'd to a fanciful view To weep for the buds it had left, with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...
Side 144 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Side 318 - Had cheer'd 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. 2. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent—
Side 264 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Side 186 - Dubius is such a scrupulous good man ! Yes, you may catch him tripping if you can. He would not with a peremptory tone Assert the nose upon his face his own ; With hesitation admirably slow He humbly hopes, presumes, it may be so.
Side 266 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair.
Side 363 - But He, who knew what human hearts would prove, How slow to learn the dictates of his love, That, hard by nature and of stubborn will, A life of ease would make them harder still, In pity to the souls his grace designed To rescue from the ruins of mankind, Called for a cloud to darken all their years, And said ' Go spend them in the vale of tears...
Side 309 - O'er the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, Paid my price in paltry gold ; But, though slave they have enrolled me, Minds are never to be sold. Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever, Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion Cannot forfeit nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | Poems, Volum 1 Poems, William Cowper |
| Forfatter | William Cowper |
| distribuert | 1810 |
| Original fra | Oxford University |
| Digitalisert | 25. sep 2006 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |