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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... hearts of ten thousand pa- rents , mourning under the bitterest of all disappoint- ments , attest the truth of the allegation . His quarrel , therefore , is with the mischief at large , and not with any particular instance of it ...
... hearts of ten thousand pa- rents , mourning under the bitterest of all disappoint- ments , attest the truth of the allegation . His quarrel , therefore , is with the mischief at large , and not with any particular instance of it ...
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... heart athirst , To gaze at Nature in her green array , Upon the ship's tall side he stands , possess'd With visions prompted by intense desire ; Fair fields appear below , such as he left Far distant , such as he would die to find- He ...
... heart athirst , To gaze at Nature in her green array , Upon the ship's tall side he stands , possess'd With visions prompted by intense desire ; Fair fields appear below , such as he left Far distant , such as he would die to find- He ...
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... heart Recoils from its own choice - at the full feast Is famish'd - finds no musick in the song , No smartness in the jest ; and wonders why . Yet thousands still desire to journey on , Though halt , and weary of the path they tread ...
... heart Recoils from its own choice - at the full feast Is famish'd - finds no musick in the song , No smartness in the jest ; and wonders why . Yet thousands still desire to journey on , Though halt , and weary of the path they tread ...
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... heart with wo . The earth was made so various , that the mind Of desultory man , studious of change , And pleas'd with novelty , might be indulg'd . Prospects , however lovely , may be seen 505 Till half their beauties fade : the weary ...
... heart with wo . The earth was made so various , that the mind Of desultory man , studious of change , And pleas'd with novelty , might be indulg'd . Prospects , however lovely , may be seen 505 Till half their beauties fade : the weary ...
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... heart enjoy The houseless rovers of the sylvan world ; And , breathing wholesome air , and wand'ring much , Need other physick none to heal th ' effects Of loathsome diet , penury , and cold . Blest he , though undistinguish'd from the ...
... heart enjoy The houseless rovers of the sylvan world ; And , breathing wholesome air , and wand'ring much , Need other physick none to heal th ' effects Of loathsome diet , penury , and cold . Blest he , though undistinguish'd from 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 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.
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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.