The Poetical Works of William CowperW. Smith, 1839 - 516 страница |
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... hour after dinner , but , if the weather permits , adjourn to the garden , where , with Mrs. Unwin and her son , I have generally the pleasure of religious conversation till tea- time . If it rains , or is too windy for walking , we ...
... hour after dinner , but , if the weather permits , adjourn to the garden , where , with Mrs. Unwin and her son , I have generally the pleasure of religious conversation till tea- time . If it rains , or is too windy for walking , we ...
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... hours , and who set out with them in early life in the paths which lead to literary honours , to influence and ... hour , the wisdom which is from above visited his heart . Then he felt himself a wan- derer , and then he found a ...
... hours , and who set out with them in early life in the paths which lead to literary honours , to influence and ... hour , the wisdom which is from above visited his heart . Then he felt himself a wan- derer , and then he found a ...
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... ensigns of dominion , how disgraced ! The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour , And death's own scythe , would better speak his power . Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the 2 TABLE TALK . MR NEWTON'S PREFACE TABLE ...
... ensigns of dominion , how disgraced ! The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour , And death's own scythe , would better speak his power . Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the 2 TABLE TALK . MR NEWTON'S PREFACE TABLE ...
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... hour . So Gideon earn'd a victory not his own , Subserviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They swarm around ...
... hour . So Gideon earn'd a victory not his own , Subserviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They swarm around ...
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... hour ; Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , the enchantment was begun , And he shall gild yon mountain's height again , Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes a pain . Is this the rugged path , the steep ascent That ...
... hour ; Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , the enchantment was begun , And he shall gild yon mountain's height again , Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes a pain . Is this the rugged path , the steep ascent That ...
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Страница 110 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
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