The Poetical Works of William CowperW. Smith, 1839 - 516 страница |
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William Cowper Henry Francis Cary. B. Not Brindley nor Bridgewater would essay To turn the course of Helicon that way ; Nor would the nine consent , the sacred tide Should purl amidst the traffic of Cheapside , Or tinkle in ' Change ...
William Cowper Henry Francis Cary. B. Not Brindley nor Bridgewater would essay To turn the course of Helicon that way ; Nor would the nine consent , the sacred tide Should purl amidst the traffic of Cheapside , Or tinkle in ' Change ...
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... turn a penny in the way of trade ; When avarice starves , and never hides his face , Two or three millions of the human race , And not a tongue enquires how , where , or when , Though conscience will have twinges now and then ; When ...
... turn a penny in the way of trade ; When avarice starves , and never hides his face , Two or three millions of the human race , And not a tongue enquires how , where , or when , Though conscience will have twinges now and then ; When ...
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... turn off Obscene , to swill and swallow at a trough ? Envy the beast then , on whom heaven bestows Your pleasures , with no curses in the close ! Pleasure , admitted in undue degree , Enslaves the will , nor leaves the judgment free ...
... turn off Obscene , to swill and swallow at a trough ? Envy the beast then , on whom heaven bestows Your pleasures , with no curses in the close ! Pleasure , admitted in undue degree , Enslaves the will , nor leaves the judgment free ...
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... turns from with abhorrence and disdain ; Not more affronted by avow'd neglect , Than by the mere dissembler's feign ... Turn Eastward now , and fancy shall apply To your weak sight her telescopic eye . The Bramin kindles on his own bare ...
... turns from with abhorrence and disdain ; Not more affronted by avow'd neglect , Than by the mere dissembler's feign ... Turn Eastward now , and fancy shall apply To your weak sight her telescopic eye . The Bramin kindles on his own bare ...
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... turns pale ; Consults all day your interest and your ease , Richly rewarded if he can but please , And proud to make ... turn'd to present joy . So fares it with the sinner when he feels A growing dread of vengeance at his heels ; His ...
... turns pale ; Consults all day your interest and your ease , Richly rewarded if he can but please , And proud to make ... turn'd to present joy . So fares it with the sinner when he feels A growing dread of vengeance at his heels ; His ...
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Страница 52 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Страница 59 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew, Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Страница 138 - 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.
Страница 165 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
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.
Страница 109 - 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...
Страница 135 - Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be : — Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me...
Страница 52 - I must finish my journey alone, 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. Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of...