Poems,C. Whittingham. : Sold by R. Jennings ... London., 1817 |
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... thou hast doubled long . Thou knowest my praise of nature most sincere , And that my raptures are not conjured up To serve occasions of poetic pomp , But genuine , and art partner of them all . How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has ...
... thou hast doubled long . Thou knowest my praise of nature most sincere , And that my raptures are not conjured up To serve occasions of poetic pomp , But genuine , and art partner of them all . How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has ...
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... thou seeming sweet , Be still a pleasing object in my view ; My visit still , but never mine abode . Not distant far a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorned , but worthy of a better fate . Our fathers ...
... thou seeming sweet , Be still a pleasing object in my view ; My visit still , but never mine abode . Not distant far a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorned , but worthy of a better fate . Our fathers ...
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... thou hast found again Thy cocoas and bananas , palms and yams , And homestall thatched with leaves . But hast thou found Their former charms ? And having seen our state , Our palaces , our ladies , and our pomp Of equipage , our gardens ...
... thou hast found again Thy cocoas and bananas , palms and yams , And homestall thatched with leaves . But hast thou found Their former charms ? And having seen our state , Our palaces , our ladies , and our pomp Of equipage , our gardens ...
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... thou art sad At thought of her forlorn and abject state , From which no power of thine can raise her up . Thus fancy paints thee , and though apt to err , Perhaps errs little when she paints thee thus . She tells me too that duly every ...
... thou art sad At thought of her forlorn and abject state , From which no power of thine can raise her up . Thus fancy paints thee , and though apt to err , Perhaps errs little when she paints thee thus . She tells me too that duly every ...
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... Thou fool ! will thy discovery of the cause Suspend th ' effect , or heal it ? Has not God Still wrought by means since first he made the world ? And did he not of old employ his means To drown it ? What is his creation less Than a ...
... Thou fool ! will thy discovery of the cause Suspend th ' effect , or heal it ? Has not God Still wrought by means since first he made the world ? And did he not of old employ his means To drown it ? What is his creation less Than a ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast bound breath cause charms Chiswick dæmons death deem delight distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'n fair fame fancy fear feed feel flower folly fountain of eternal give glory grace grave hand happy hare hast heard heart heaven honour human JOSEPH HILL labour less liberty live lost lyre March 9 mind muse nature nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps play pleasure plebeian powdered coat praise prize proud prove Puss quake rapture rest rude rural sacred scene scorn seek seems shade shine silent clock skies sleep sloth smile smooth song soon soul sound sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought Tiney toil truth twas virtue walnut shade waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wonder worth youth
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Страница 199 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Страница 74 - 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, Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet With tears that trickled down the writer's cheeks Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains Or nymphs responsive, equally affect His horse and him,...
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Страница 117 - There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes. He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared...
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Страница 197 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor...
Страница 56 - Philosophy baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love Has eyes indeed ; and viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives Him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
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Страница 74 - 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.