PoemsSmith, 1830 - 451 sider |
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... flowers , groves fill'd with sprightly sounds , The yellow tilth , green meads , rocks , rising grounds , Streams edged with osiers , fatt'ning every field , Where'er they flow , now seen and now conceal'd ; From the blue rim , where ...
... flowers , groves fill'd with sprightly sounds , The yellow tilth , green meads , rocks , rising grounds , Streams edged with osiers , fatt'ning every field , Where'er they flow , now seen and now conceal'd ; From the blue rim , where ...
Side 74
... flower ; Design'd in honour of his endless love , To fill with fragrance his abode above ; No trifle , howsoever short it seem , And , howsoever shadowy , no dream ; Its value , what no thought can ascertain , Nor all an angel's ...
... flower ; Design'd in honour of his endless love , To fill with fragrance his abode above ; No trifle , howsoever short it seem , And , howsoever shadowy , no dream ; Its value , what no thought can ascertain , Nor all an angel's ...
Side 78
... flowers ? Sweet scent , or lovely form , or both combined , Distinguish every cultivated kind ; The want of both denotes a meaner breed , And Chloe from her garland picks the weed . Thus hopes of every sort , whatever sect Esteem them ...
... flowers ? Sweet scent , or lovely form , or both combined , Distinguish every cultivated kind ; The want of both denotes a meaner breed , And Chloe from her garland picks the weed . Thus hopes of every sort , whatever sect Esteem them ...
Side 83
... flower , and every creature here ; But brighter beams than his who fires the skies , Have risen at length on your admiring eyes , That shoot into your darkest caves the day , From which our nicer optics turn away . Here see th ...
... flower , and every creature here ; But brighter beams than his who fires the skies , Have risen at length on your admiring eyes , That shoot into your darkest caves the day , From which our nicer optics turn away . Here see th ...
Side 90
... flowers to suit a fickle taste ; But while they speak the wisdom of the skies , Which art can only darken and disguise , Th ' abundant harvest , recompense divine , Repays their work - the gleaning only mine . CHARITY . Quo nihil majus ...
... flowers to suit a fickle taste ; But while they speak the wisdom of the skies , Which art can only darken and disguise , Th ' abundant harvest , recompense divine , Repays their work - the gleaning only mine . CHARITY . Quo nihil majus ...
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beauty beneath bids bless'd boast breath call'd cause charms Cowper death delight design'd distant divine Dr Johnson dread dream earth ease East Dereham eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flowers folly form'd frown give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin John Throckmorton land laudanum learn'd light live lost lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never night nymph o'er Olney Hymns once peace perhaps pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shine sighs sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil tongue trifler truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth zeal