Poems, tr. by W. Cowper. To which are added some original poems of mr. Cowper |
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... thousand lands confess his quick'ning heat , And all he cheers , are fruitful , fair , and sweet . Far from enjoying what these scenes disclose , I feel the thorn , alas ! but miss the rose : Too well I know this aching heart requires ...
... thousand lands confess his quick'ning heat , And all he cheers , are fruitful , fair , and sweet . Far from enjoying what these scenes disclose , I feel the thorn , alas ! but miss the rose : Too well I know this aching heart requires ...
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... 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 such a fire decline ? Love , pure and holy , is a deathless fire ; Its object heav ...
... 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 such a fire decline ? Love , pure and holy , is a deathless fire ; Its object heav ...
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... 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 warmth pursue ; Dissolve them ...
... 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 warmth pursue ; Dissolve them ...
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... to convey Both my frail supports away ; Seiz'd my rushes ; bade the waves Yawn into a thousand graves : Down I went , and sunk as lead , Ocean closing o'er my head . Still , however , life was safe ; And I 16 THE SOUL BROUGHT TO.
... to convey Both my frail supports away ; Seiz'd my rushes ; bade the waves Yawn into a thousand graves : Down I went , and sunk as lead , Ocean closing o'er my head . Still , however , life was safe ; And I 16 THE SOUL BROUGHT TO.
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... thousand wounds , I yet survive ; My pangs are keen , but no complaint transpires ; And while in terrors of thy wrath I live , Hell seems to loose its less tremendous fires . Has Hell a pain I would not gladly bear , 66 THE VICISSITUDES ...
... thousand wounds , I yet survive ; My pangs are keen , but no complaint transpires ; And while in terrors of thy wrath I live , Hell seems to loose its less tremendous fires . Has Hell a pain I would not gladly bear , 66 THE VICISSITUDES ...
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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.