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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... . Now mark a spot or two , 725 That so much beauty would do well to purge ; And show this queen of cities , that so fair , May yet be foul ; so witty , yet not wise It is not seemly , nor of good report , 26 THE TASK .
... . Now mark a spot or two , 725 That so much beauty would do well to purge ; And show this queen of cities , that so fair , May yet be foul ; so witty , yet not wise It is not seemly , nor of good report , 26 THE TASK .
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... wise of the Supreme . 160 165 Did not his eye rule all things , and intend The least of our concerns ; ( since from the least The greatest oft originate ; ) could chance Find place in his dominion , or dispose One lawless particle to ...
... wise of the Supreme . 160 165 Did not his eye rule all things , and intend The least of our concerns ; ( since from the least The greatest oft originate ; ) could chance Find place in his dominion , or dispose One lawless particle to ...
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... wise ; 630 There form connexions , but acquire no friend ; Solicit pleasure hopeless of success ; 635 Waste youth in occupations only fit For second childhood , and devote old age 640 To sports , which only childhood could excuse ...
... wise ; 630 There form connexions , but acquire no friend ; Solicit pleasure hopeless of success ; 635 Waste youth in occupations only fit For second childhood , and devote old age 640 To sports , which only childhood could excuse ...
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... wise - Justification of my censures - Divine il- lumination necessary to the most expert philosopher . - The ques- tion , What is truth ? answered by other questions - Domestick happiness addressed again - Few lovers of the country - My ...
... wise - Justification of my censures - Divine il- lumination necessary to the most expert philosopher . - The ques- tion , What is truth ? answered by other questions - Domestick happiness addressed again - Few lovers of the country - My ...
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... wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom 140 And paint his person , character , and views , His own ...
... wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom 140 And paint his person , character , and views , His own ...
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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.