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... hand , Escap'd with pain from that advent'rous flight , Now seek repose upon an humbler theme ; The theme though humble , yet august and proud Th ' occasion - for the Fair commands the song . Time was , when clothing sumptuous or for ...
... hand , Escap'd with pain from that advent'rous flight , Now seek repose upon an humbler theme ; The theme though humble , yet august and proud Th ' occasion - for the Fair commands the song . Time was , when clothing sumptuous or for ...
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... hand ! Lovely indeed the mimic works of Art ; But Nature's works far lovelier . I admire , None more admires , the painter's magic skill , Who shows me that which I shall never see , Conveys a distant country into mine , And throws ...
... hand ! Lovely indeed the mimic works of Art ; But Nature's works far lovelier . I admire , None more admires , the painter's magic skill , Who shows me that which I shall never see , Conveys a distant country into mine , And throws ...
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... hand , To deal and shuffle , to divide and sort Her mingled suits and sequences ; and sits , Spectatress both and spectacle , a sad And silent cipher , while her proxy plays . Others are dragg'd into the crowded room Between supporters ...
... hand , To deal and shuffle , to divide and sort Her mingled suits and sequences ; and sits , Spectatress both and spectacle , a sad And silent cipher , while her proxy plays . Others are dragg'd into the crowded room Between supporters ...
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... hands . Here Virtue thrives as in her proper soil ; Not rude and surly , and beset with thorns , And terrible to sight , as when she springs ( If e'er she spring spontaneous ) in remote And barb'rous climes , where violence prevails ...
... hands . Here Virtue thrives as in her proper soil ; Not rude and surly , and beset with thorns , And terrible to sight , as when she springs ( If e'er she spring spontaneous ) in remote And barb'rous climes , where violence prevails ...
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... hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause ? Time was when it was praise and boast enough In ev'ry clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children . Praise enough To fill th ' ambition of a private man ...
... hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause ? Time was when it was praise and boast enough In ev'ry clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children . Praise enough To fill th ' ambition of a private man ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast bramble breath call'd cause charms creatures dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human labour learn'd less liberty live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove quake rapture rest riddance rude rural sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine shrubs skies sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Страница 196 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But...
Страница 210 - The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth. Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Страница 40 - As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that mercy, with a bleeding heart, Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast. Then what is man ? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush And hang his head, to think himself a man...
Страница 120 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent whether grief or joy.
Страница 56 - 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, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Страница 322 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Страница 40 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Страница 176 - Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume ; And we are weeds without it. All constraint, Except what wisdom lays on evil men, Is evil ; hurts the faculties, impedes Their progress in the road of science ; blinds The eyesight of Discovery ; and begets, In those that suffer it, a sordid mind Bestial, a meagre intellect, unfit To be the tenant of man's noble form.
Страница 233 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Страница 318 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!