Poems,C. Whittingham. : Sold by R. Jennings ... London., 1817 |
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... Winter Evening 73 5. The Winter Morning Walk 96 6. The Winter Walk at Noon . 122 An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . 151 Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia To the Rev. Mr. Newton . 153 154 Tirocinium ; or , a Review of Schools 155 ...
... Winter Evening 73 5. The Winter Morning Walk 96 6. The Winter Walk at Noon . 122 An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . 151 Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia To the Rev. Mr. Newton . 153 154 Tirocinium ; or , a Review of Schools 155 ...
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... winter I perceive Fast locked in mine , with pleasure such as love , Confirmed by long experience of thy worth And well tried virtues , could alone inspire- Witness a joy that thou hast doubled long . Thou knowest my praise of nature ...
... winter I perceive Fast locked in mine , with pleasure such as love , Confirmed by long experience of thy worth And well tried virtues , could alone inspire- Witness a joy that thou hast doubled long . Thou knowest my praise of nature ...
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... Winter soaks the fields , and female feet , Too weak to struggle with tenacious clay , Or ford the rivulets , are best at home , The task of new discoveries falls on me . At such a season , and with such a charge , Once went I forth ...
... Winter soaks the fields , and female feet , Too weak to struggle with tenacious clay , Or ford the rivulets , are best at home , The task of new discoveries falls on me . At such a season , and with such a charge , Once went I forth ...
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... little naiad her impoverished urn All summer long , which winter fills again , The folded gates would bar my progress now , But that the lord of this enclosed demesne , Communicative of the good he owns , Admits me to 12 BOOK I. THE TASK .
... little naiad her impoverished urn All summer long , which winter fills again , The folded gates would bar my progress now , But that the lord of this enclosed demesne , Communicative of the good he owns , Admits me to 12 BOOK I. THE TASK .
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... winter . - Reasons why it is deserted at that season.- Ruinous effects of gaming and of expensive improvement.- Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis . As one , who long in thickets and in brakes Entangled winds now this ...
... winter . - Reasons why it is deserted at that season.- Ruinous effects of gaming and of expensive improvement.- Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis . As one , who long in thickets and in brakes Entangled winds now this ...
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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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