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... skies ? But Christ as soon would abdicate his own , As stoop from Heaven to sell the proud a throne . His dwelling a recess in some rude rock , Book , beads , and maple - dish , his meager stock ; In shirt of hair and weeds of canvass ...
... skies ? But Christ as soon would abdicate his own , As stoop from Heaven to sell the proud a throne . His dwelling a recess in some rude rock , Book , beads , and maple - dish , his meager stock ; In shirt of hair and weeds of canvass ...
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... skies , And sails with lappet - head , and mincing airs Duly at chink of bell to morning prayers . To thrift and parsimony much inclined , She yet allows herself that boy behind ; The shivering urchin , bending as he goes , With ...
... skies , And sails with lappet - head , and mincing airs Duly at chink of bell to morning prayers . To thrift and parsimony much inclined , She yet allows herself that boy behind ; The shivering urchin , bending as he goes , With ...
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... 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 errours his vain heart prefers , She safe 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 errours his vain heart prefers , She safe in the ...
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... skies , Strength in his heart , dominion in his nod , And , thunderbolts excepted , quite a God ! So sings he , charm'd with his own mind and form , The song magnificent - the theme a worm ! Himself so much the source of his delight ...
... skies , Strength in his heart , dominion in his nod , And , thunderbolts excepted , quite a God ! So sings he , charm'd with his own mind and form , The song magnificent - the theme a worm ! Himself so much the source of his delight ...
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... skies , In vain he closes or averts his eyes , Truth will intrude - she bids him yet beware ; And shakes the sceptic in the scorner's chair . Though various foes against the Truth combine , Pride above all opposes her design ; Pride ...
... skies , In vain he closes or averts his eyes , Truth will intrude - she bids him yet beware ; And shakes the sceptic in the scorner's chair . Though various foes against the Truth combine , Pride above all opposes her design ; Pride ...
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Poems: With a Biographical and Critical Introduction, Volum 2 William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1852 |
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids bless'd boast breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine docet dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flowers folly form'd frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin labour land learn'd light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature Nature's Nebaioth never night nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pity pleasure plebeian poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Side 44 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She, for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise ; but, though her lot be such (Toilsome and indigent), she renders much ; 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 237 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Side 234 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the Calender's His horse at last stood still.
Side 443 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Side 233 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd. Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Side 230 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Side 232 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Side 444 - I would not trust my heart; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Side 443 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day; I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away; And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu! But was it such? — It was. — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more.
Side 409 - 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 ; To pitch the ball into the grounded hat, Or drive it devious with a dextrous pat; The pleasing spectacle at once excites Such recollection of our own delights, That, viewing it, we seem almost to obtain Our innocent sweet simple years again.