Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a Sketch of His Life by John Johnson, Том 2E. Littlefield, 1841 |
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... distant floor . These for the rich ; the rest , whom Fate had plac'd In modest mediocrity , content With base materials , sat on well - tann'd hides , 45 50 Obdurate and unyielding , glassy smooth , With here and 8 THE TASK .
... distant floor . These for the rich ; the rest , whom Fate had plac'd In modest mediocrity , content With base materials , sat on well - tann'd hides , 45 50 Obdurate and unyielding , glassy smooth , With here and 8 THE TASK .
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... distant plough slow moving , and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , 160 The sturdy swain diminish'd to a boy ! Here Ouse , slow winding through a level plain Of spacious meads , with cattle sprinkled o'er ...
... distant plough slow moving , and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , 160 The sturdy swain diminish'd to a boy ! Here Ouse , slow winding through a level plain Of spacious meads , with cattle sprinkled o'er ...
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... distant floods , or on the softer voice Of neighb'ring fountain , or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock , and chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles , lose themselves at length In matted grass , that with a livelier green ...
... distant floods , or on the softer voice Of neighb'ring fountain , or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock , and chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles , lose themselves at length In matted grass , that with a livelier green ...
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... distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorn'd , but worthy of a better fate . Our fathers knew the value of a screen From sultry suns : and , in their shaded walks And long protracted bow'rs ...
... distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorn'd , but worthy of a better fate . Our fathers knew the value of a screen From sultry suns : and , in their shaded walks And long protracted bow'rs ...
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... distant shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , the wood 305 Seems sunk , and shorten'd to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the ...
... distant shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , the wood 305 Seems sunk , and shorten'd to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the ...
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beauty beneath boast breath call'd cause charms death delight design'd dicebox distant divine domestick dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel fieldfare flow'r folly form'd fruit give glory grace grave Guelder Rose hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Throckmorton JOSEPH HILL king labour learn'd less liberty liv'd live lost lov'd lyre magick man-The mind mounted best musick Nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasures plebeian pow'r praise proud prove publick rest sacred scene schools seek seem'd sensual World shine skies sleep smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet sweet oblivion task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas vex'd virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Страница 30 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Страница 30 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Страница 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Страница 183 - 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 125 - The night was winter in his roughest mood; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Страница 129 - The Lord of all, himself through all diffused, Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
Страница 12 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at once.
Страница 144 - 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 29 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Страница 125 - The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd ; Pleas'd with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence.