Poems: By William Cowper, ... In Two Volumes. ...J. Johnson, 1787 |
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... wafted good ? Temperance were no virtue if he could . That pleasures , therefore , or what fuch we call , Are hurtful , is a truth confefs'd by all . And fome that feem to threaten virtue less , Still hurtful , in th ' abuse , or by th ...
... wafted good ? Temperance were no virtue if he could . That pleasures , therefore , or what fuch we call , Are hurtful , is a truth confefs'd by all . And fome that feem to threaten virtue less , Still hurtful , in th ' abuse , or by th ...
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... waft where'er the billows roll , From the world's girdle to the frozen pole ; The chariots bounding in her wheel - worn streets , Her vaults below where ev'ry vintage meets , Her theatres , her revels , and her sports , The scenes to ...
... waft where'er the billows roll , From the world's girdle to the frozen pole ; The chariots bounding in her wheel - worn streets , Her vaults below where ev'ry vintage meets , Her theatres , her revels , and her sports , The scenes to ...
Side 127
... waft born amid the din of arms , And fuck'd a breast that panted with alarms . While yet thou waft a grov'ling puling chit , Thy bones not fashion'd and thy joints not knit , The Roman taught thy stubborn knee to bow , Though twice a ...
... waft born amid the din of arms , And fuck'd a breast that panted with alarms . While yet thou waft a grov'ling puling chit , Thy bones not fashion'd and thy joints not knit , The Roman taught thy stubborn knee to bow , Though twice a ...
Side 129
... waft the veriest flave in days of yore , That ever dragg'd a chain or tugg'd an oar ; VOL . I. K * Which may be found at Doctors Commons . Thy Thy monarchs arbitrary , fierce , unjust , Themselves the EX POSTULATION . 129.
... waft the veriest flave in days of yore , That ever dragg'd a chain or tugg'd an oar ; VOL . I. K * Which may be found at Doctors Commons . Thy Thy monarchs arbitrary , fierce , unjust , Themselves the EX POSTULATION . 129.
Side 131
... waft , with what thou art , And God's difpofing providence confefs'd , Obduracy itself must yield the rest Then thou art bound to ferve him , and to prove Hour after hour thy gratitude and love . Has he not hid thee and thy favour'd ...
... waft , with what thou art , And God's difpofing providence confefs'd , Obduracy itself must yield the rest Then thou art bound to ferve him , and to prove Hour after hour thy gratitude and love . Has he not hid thee and thy favour'd ...
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Side 170 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropped upon his Bible was sincere: Assailed 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 89 - Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true— A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Side 308 - 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 335 - AND is this all ? Can Reason do no more Than bid me shun the deep, and dread the shore ? Sweet moralist ! afloat on life's rough sea, The Christian has an art unknown to thee : He holds no parley with unmanly fears ; Where Duty bids he confidently steers, Faces a thousand dangers at her call, And, trusting in his God, surmounts them all.
Side 89 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Side 326 - 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 337 - Fond of the speculative height, Thither he wings his airy flight, And thence securely sees The bustle and the rareeshow That occupy mankind below, Secure and at his ease.
Side 293 - Nor those of learn'd philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark ; But such as learning, without false pretence, The friend of truth, the associate of sound sense.
Side 354 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Side 90 - Her title to a treasure in the skies. O happy peasant ! O unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel, hers the rich reward ; He praised perhaps for ages yet to come, She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers, She safe in the simplicity of hers.