The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... heavenly balm of the wounded spirit , the great solace and the sole support of human wretchedness , became , with an altered nature , to our afflicted poet his torment and his bane . His disorder , however , admitted of frequent and ...
... heavenly balm of the wounded spirit , the great solace and the sole support of human wretchedness , became , with an altered nature , to our afflicted poet his torment and his bane . His disorder , however , admitted of frequent and ...
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... heavenly ground . And is it not a mortifying thought , The poor should gain it , and the rich should not ? No - the voluptuaries , who ne'er forget [ there . One pleasure lost , lose Heaven without regret ; Regret would rouse them , and ...
... heavenly ground . And is it not a mortifying thought , The poor should gain it , and the rich should not ? No - the voluptuaries , who ne'er forget [ there . One pleasure lost , lose Heaven without regret ; Regret would rouse them , and ...
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... heavenly love , Sad messenger of mercy from above ! How does it grate upon his thankless ear , Crippling his pleasures with the cramp of fear ! His will and judgment at continual strife , That civil war imbitters all his life : In vain ...
... heavenly love , Sad messenger of mercy from above ! How does it grate upon his thankless ear , Crippling his pleasures with the cramp of fear ! His will and judgment at continual strife , That civil war imbitters all his life : In vain ...
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... heavenly wisdom on this ball Creates , gives birth to , guides , consummates all ; That , while laborious and quick - thoughted man Snuffs up the praise of what he seems to plan , He first conceives , then perfects his design , As a ...
... heavenly wisdom on this ball Creates , gives birth to , guides , consummates all ; That , while laborious and quick - thoughted man Snuffs up the praise of what he seems to plan , He first conceives , then perfects his design , As a ...
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... heavenly truths attired , Needs only to be seen to be admired ; But thine , as dark as witcheries of the night , Was form'd to harden hearts and shock the sight ; Thy Druids struck the well hung harps they bore With fingers deeply dyed ...
... heavenly truths attired , Needs only to be seen to be admired ; But thine , as dark as witcheries of the night , Was form'd to harden hearts and shock the sight ; Thy Druids struck the well hung harps they bore With fingers deeply dyed ...
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beams beneath bids bless'd bliss blooming groves boast BODHAM breast breath call'd charms Cowper dear declension deeds delight design'd divine dream Druid e'en earth Eartham Edmonton endless love eyes fair fancy fear feel fill'd fire flowers folly fools form'd frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hand happy heart Heaven heavenly hope hour John Gilpin labour land learn'd light lust lyre mankind mind morris-dance Muse Nature never o'er Olney once Parnassian pass'd peace pharisee pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove racter sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies smile song SONNET sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste tears telescopic eye thee theme thine thou hast thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas Unwin verse virtue waste whate'er wild WILLIAM COWPER wisdom zeal
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Страница 262 - 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.
Страница 187 - I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet.
Страница 196 - 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.
Страница 259 - 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.
Страница 209 - 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.
Страница 227 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...
Страница 195 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief. Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn' d that thou wast dead. Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss...
Страница 218 - THE poplars are felled; farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Страница 62 - Oh, how unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unencumber'd plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile ; From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity. Inscribed above the portal, from afar Conspicuous as the brightness of a star, Legible only by the light they give, Stand the soul-quickening words — BELIEVE, AND LIVE.
Страница 166 - Contrivance intricate, expressed with ease, Where unassisted sight no beauty sees, The shapely limb and lubricated joint, Within the small dimensions of a point, Muscle and nerve miraculously spun, His mighty work who speaks and it is done, The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed,* To whom an atom is an ample field...