Poems, tr. by W. Cowper. To which are added some original poems of mr. Cowper |
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... human thought , In spite of erring men who cavil at my choice . ; Why have I not a thousand thousand hearts , Lord of my soul ! that they might all be thine ? If thou approve the zeal thy smile imparts , How should it ever fail ! Can ...
... human thought , In spite of erring men who cavil at my choice . ; Why have I not a thousand thousand hearts , Lord of my soul ! that they might all be thine ? If thou approve the zeal thy smile imparts , How should it ever fail ! Can ...
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... human heart is thine . A thousand sorrows pierce my soul , To think that all are not thine own : Ah ! be ador'd from pole to pole ; Where is thy zeal ? arise ; be known ! All hearts are cold , in ev'ry place , Yet earthly good with ...
... human heart is thine . A thousand sorrows pierce my soul , To think that all are not thine own : Ah ! be ador'd from pole to pole ; Where is thy zeal ? arise ; be known ! All hearts are cold , in ev'ry place , Yet earthly good with ...
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... human thought . Sorrow foregoes its nature there , And life assumes a tranquil air , Divested of its woes ; There , sov'reign goodness sooths the breast , Till then , incapable of rest , In sacred sure repose . DIVINE LOVE ENDURES NO ...
... human thought . Sorrow foregoes its nature there , And life assumes a tranquil air , Divested of its woes ; There , sov'reign goodness sooths the breast , Till then , incapable of rest , In sacred sure repose . DIVINE LOVE ENDURES NO ...
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... human praise , The music of a name ! But will not scandal mar the good That I might else perform ? And can God work it , if he would , By so despis'd a worm ? Ah , vainly anxious ! -leave the Lord To rule thee , and dispose ; Sweet is ...
... human praise , The music of a name ! But will not scandal mar the good That I might else perform ? And can God work it , if he would , By so despis'd a worm ? Ah , vainly anxious ! -leave the Lord To rule thee , and dispose ; Sweet is ...
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Jeanne Marie Bouvières de la Motte Guyon William Bull. He draws from human littleness His grandeur and renown ; And gen'rous hearts with joy confess The triumph all his own . Down then with self - exalting thoughts , Thy faith and hope ...
Jeanne Marie Bouvières de la Motte Guyon William Bull. He draws from human littleness His grandeur and renown ; And gen'rous hearts with joy confess The triumph all his own . Down then with self - exalting thoughts , Thy faith and hope ...
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adieu ador'd adore art thou Aspasio beneath beside Bill of Mortality blessing blest bliss bosom breath'd calm Cantique charms chuse creature dark dear death delight desires DIVINE LOVE dread dwell Earth ev'n ev'ry eyes Faith fear feel fill'd fires flame frail Friendship Frown grief grieve happy hear heart heav'n heav'nly hour King of Kings life's live Lord lost lov'd Love divine love thee Madame Guion night NORTHAMPTON o'er pain pass'd peace pleasure poems pole to pole pow'r prove pure reign repose rove sacred sacred Love Saviour scenes scorn secret seek Self-love shades sigh sight silent skies smile solitude soon sorrow sov'reign spirit sport strain suffer sweet taste tears thine thou art pleas'd thou hast thought thy glory thy grace thy Love thy praise tide Truth WAKEFIELD waste Whence Where'er WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER wish woes
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Страница 31 - To souls impress' d with sacred Love ! Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee ; In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. To me remains nor place, nor time ; My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
Страница 48 - Seeking only growth in love. No bliss I seek, but to fulfil In life, in death, thy lovely will ; No succours in my woes I want, Save what Thou art pleased to grant. Our days are number'd, let us spare Our anxious hearts a needless care : 'Tis thine to number out our days ; Ours to give them to thy praise.
Страница 100 - But he, who knew what human hearts would prove, How slow to learn the dictates of his love, That, hard by nature and of stubborn will, A life of ease would make them harder still, In pity to the souls his grace design'd To rescue from the ruins of mankind, Call'd for a cloud to darken all their years, And said, " Go, spend them in the vale of tears.
Страница 120 - My home henceforth is in the skies ; Earth, seas, and sun, adieu ! All heaven unfolded to my eyes, I have no sight for you.
Страница 111 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, To pardon or to bear it.
Страница 99 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.
Страница 26 - THE fountain in its source No drought of summer fears ; The farther it pursues its course, The nobler it appears. But shallow cisterns yield A scanty short supply ; The morning sees them amply fill'd, At evening they are dry.
Страница 51 - Enjoy'd with ease, if thou refrain From earthly love, else sought in vain ; She dwells with all who Truth prefer, But seeks not them who seek not her. Yield to the Lord, with simple heart, All that thou hast, and all thou art ; Renounce all strength but strength divine, And peace shall be for ever thine : Behold the path which I have trod, My path, till I go home to God.
Страница 32 - No gloomy days arise from them. Ah then ! to His embrace repair ; My soul, thou art no stranger there ; There Love divine shall be thy guard, And peace and safety thy reward.
Страница 37 - Tis just that God should not be dear Where self engrosses all the thought, And groans and murmurs make it clear, Whatever else is loved, the Lord is not. The love of Thee flows just as much As that of ebbing self subsides ; Our hearts, their scantiness is such, Bear not the conflict of two rival tides.