Poems, tr. by W. Cowper. To which are added some original poems of mr. Cowper |
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... human thought , In spite of erring men who cavil at my choice . Why have I not a thousand thousand hearts , Lord of my soul ! that they might all be thine ? If thou approve - the zeal thy smile imparts , How should it ever fail ! Can ...
... human thought , In spite of erring men who cavil at my choice . Why have I not a thousand thousand hearts , Lord of my soul ! that they might all be thine ? If thou approve - the zeal thy smile imparts , How should it ever fail ! Can ...
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... human heart is thine . A thousand sorrows pierce my soul , To think that all are not thine own : Ah ! be ador'd from pole to pole ; Where is thy zeal ? arise ; be known ! All hearts are cold , in ev'ry place , Yet earthly good with ...
... human heart is thine . A thousand sorrows pierce my soul , To think that all are not thine own : Ah ! be ador'd from pole to pole ; Where is thy zeal ? arise ; be known ! All hearts are cold , in ev'ry place , Yet earthly good with ...
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... human thought . Sorrow foregoes its nature there , And life assumes a tranquil air , Divested of its woes ; - There , sov'reign goodness sooths the breast , Till then , incapable of rest , In sacred sure repose . DIVINE LOVE ENDURES NO ...
... human thought . Sorrow foregoes its nature there , And life assumes a tranquil air , Divested of its woes ; - There , sov'reign goodness sooths the breast , Till then , incapable of rest , In sacred sure repose . DIVINE LOVE ENDURES NO ...
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... human praise , The music of a name ! But will not scandal mar the good That I might else perform ? And can God work it , if he would , By so despis'd a worm ? Ah , vainly anxious ! -leave the Lord To rule thee , and dispose ; Sweet is ...
... human praise , The music of a name ! But will not scandal mar the good That I might else perform ? And can God work it , if he would , By so despis'd a worm ? Ah , vainly anxious ! -leave the Lord To rule thee , and dispose ; Sweet is ...
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Jeanne Marie Bouvières de la Motte Guyon William Bull. He draws from human littleness His grandeur and renown ; And gen'rous hearts with joy confess The triumph all his own . Down then with self - exalting thoughts , Thy faith and hope ...
Jeanne Marie Bouvières de la Motte Guyon William Bull. He draws from human littleness His grandeur and renown ; And gen'rous hearts with joy confess The triumph all his own . Down then with self - exalting thoughts , Thy faith and hope ...
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adieu ador'd adore art thou Aspasio beneath beside blest bliss bosom breath'd calm CANTIQUE charms chuse creature dark dear death delight desires DIVINE LOVE dread dwell Earth ev'n ev'ry eyes Faith fear feel fires flame frail Friendship Frown grief happy hear heart heav'n heavenly hour John Newton King of Kings LA MOTHE GUION life's live Lord lost lov'd Love divine love thee MADAME GUION MOTHE GUION night NORTHAMPTON pain pass'd peace pleasure poems pole to pole pow'r prove pure reign repose rove sacred sacred Love Saviour scenes scorn secret seek Self-love shades sigh sight silent skies smile solitude song sorrow SOUL THAT LOVES sov'reign spirit strain sweet taste tears thine thou art pleas'd thou hast thought thy glory thy Love thy praise tide Truth TWAS waste Whence Where'er WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER wilt wish
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Страница 23 - To souls impress' d with sacred Love ! Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee ; In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. To me remains nor place, nor time ; My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
Страница 102 - tis not timber, lead, and stone, An architect requires alone To finish a fine building — The palace were but half complete, If he could possibly forget The carving and the gilding. The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it.
Страница 91 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown : No traveller ever reached that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briars in his road.
Страница 71 - LONG plunged in sorrow, I resign My soul to that dear hand of thine, Without reserve or fear ; That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes; Or into smiles of glad surprise Transform the falling tear. My sole possession is thy love ; In earth beneath, or heaven above, I have no other store ; And though with fervent suit I pray, And importune thee night and day, I ask thee nothing more.
Страница 33 - tis equal, whether love ordain My life or death, appoint me pain or ease ; My soul perceives no real ill in pain ; In ease or health no real good she sees. One good she covets, and that good alone, To choose thy will, from selfish bias free ; And to prefer a cottage to a throne, And grief to comfort, if it pleases thee. That we should bear the cross is thy command, Die to the world, and live to self no more ; Suffer, unmoved, beneath the rudest hand, As pleased when shipwreck'd as when safe on shore.
Страница 92 - 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 design'd To rescue from the ruins of mankind, Call'd for a cloud to darken all their years, And said, ' Go spend them in the vale of tears.
Страница 18 - THE fountain in its source No drought of summer fears ; The farther it pursues its course, The nobler it appears. But shallow cisterns yield A scanty short supply ; The morning sees them amply filled, At evening they are dry.
Страница 74 - Sorrow and Love go side by side ; Nor height nor depth can e'er divide Their heaven-appointed bands ; Those dear associates still are one, Nor till the race of life is run Disjoin their wedded hands.
Страница 43 - Enjoy'd with ease, if thou refrain From earthly love, else sought in vain ; She dwells with all who truth prefer, But seeks not them who seek not her. Yield to the Lord, with simple heart* All that thou hast, and all thou art ; Renounce all strength but strength divine $ And peace shall be for ever thine : Behold the path which I have trod, My path, till I go home to God.
Страница 72 - Christ, should follow me ; And though, where'er she goes, Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet, I love her, and extract a sweet From all my bitter woes.