The Poetical Works of William CowperMacMillan, 1908 - 536 sider |
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... virtue for her sake remove And lift you from the crowd ? Would you the race of glory run ? Know , the devout , and ... virtues heave , Oh , with what matchless speed they leave The multitude behind ! Then ask ye , from what cause on ...
... virtue for her sake remove And lift you from the crowd ? Would you the race of glory run ? Know , the devout , and ... virtues heave , Oh , with what matchless speed they leave The multitude behind ! Then ask ye , from what cause on ...
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... virtue for her sake remove And lift you from the crowd ? Would you the race of glory run ? Know , the devout , and ... virtues heave , Oh , with what matchless speed they leave The multitude behind ! Then ask ye , from what cause on ...
... virtue for her sake remove And lift you from the crowd ? Would you the race of glory run ? Know , the devout , and ... virtues heave , Oh , with what matchless speed they leave The multitude behind ! Then ask ye , from what cause on ...
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... Virtue ( sacred vestal ) fed , shall shine , And warm our fainting souls with energy divine . ON HER ENDEAVOURING TO CONCEAL HER GRIEF AT PARTING . AI ! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress Those gentle signs of undissembled woe ...
... Virtue ( sacred vestal ) fed , shall shine , And warm our fainting souls with energy divine . ON HER ENDEAVOURING TO CONCEAL HER GRIEF AT PARTING . AI ! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress Those gentle signs of undissembled woe ...
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... virtue when possessed ; without , our bane . If in my bosom unperceived there lurk The deep - sown seeds of avarice or ambition , Blame me , ye great ones ( for I scorn your censure ) , But let the generous and the good commend nie That ...
... virtue when possessed ; without , our bane . If in my bosom unperceived there lurk The deep - sown seeds of avarice or ambition , Blame me , ye great ones ( for I scorn your censure ) , But let the generous and the good commend nie That ...
Side 13
... virtue , without which nor wealth Nor Delia can avail to make me blessed . WRITTEN IN A FIT OF ILLNESS . R. S. S. IN these sad hours , a prey to ceaseless pain , While feverish pulses leap in every vein , When each faint breath the last ...
... virtue , without which nor wealth Nor Delia can avail to make me blessed . WRITTEN IN A FIT OF ILLNESS . R. S. S. IN these sad hours , a prey to ceaseless pain , While feverish pulses leap in every vein , When each faint breath the last ...
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Side 212 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain, And plain in manner ; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture ; much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it, too ; affectionate in look And tender in address,...
Side 315 - 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 39 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Side 314 - And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ; His fame soon spread around — He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.
Side 30 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
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 — .
Side 282 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. An inadvertent step may crush the snail That crawls at evening in the public path, But he that has humanity, forewarned, Will tread aside, and let the reptile live.
Side 273 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd sO much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Side 170 - Never hear the sweet music of speech, — I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Side 283 - 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.