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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... thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vain glory , prompted us to draw 635 Forth from thy native bow'rs , to show thee here With what superiour skill we can abuse The gifts of Providence , and squander life . The dream is past ; and ...
... thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vain glory , prompted us to draw 635 Forth from thy native bow'rs , to show thee here With what superiour skill we can abuse The gifts of Providence , and squander life . The dream is past ; and ...
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... thine are honest tears , A patriot's for his country : thou art sad At thought of her forlorn and abject state , From which no pow'r of thine can raise her up . Thus fancy paints thee , and , though apt to err , Perhaps errs little ...
... thine are honest tears , A patriot's for his country : thou art sad At thought of her forlorn and abject state , From which no pow'r of thine can raise her up . Thus fancy paints thee , and , though apt to err , Perhaps errs little ...
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... the shafts Of wrath obnoxious , God may choose his mark : May punish , if he please , the less , to warn The more malignant . If he spar`d not them , 155 Tremble and be amaz'd at thine escape , Far guiltier THE TIME - PIECE . 33.
... the shafts Of wrath obnoxious , God may choose his mark : May punish , if he please , the less , to warn The more malignant . If he spar`d not them , 155 Tremble and be amaz'd at thine escape , Far guiltier THE TIME - PIECE . 33.
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... thine escape , Far guiltier England , lest he spare not thee ! Happy the man , who sees a God employ'd In all the good and ill that checker life ! Resolving all events , with their effects And manifold results , into the will And ...
... thine escape , Far guiltier England , lest he spare not thee ! Happy the man , who sees a God employ'd In all the good and ill that checker life ! Resolving all events , with their effects And manifold results , into the will And ...
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... thine eyes with eye - salve ; ask of Him , Or ask of whomsoever he has taught ; And learn , though late , the genuine cause of all . 205 England , with all thy faults , I love thee still- 210 215 My country ! and , while yet a nook is ...
... thine eyes with eye - salve ; ask of Him , Or ask of whomsoever he has taught ; And learn , though late , the genuine cause of all . 205 England , with all thy faults , I love thee still- 210 215 My country ! and , while yet a nook is ...
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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.
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.