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... feel : For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth , close cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs ; have lov'd the rural walk O'er hills , through vallies , and by rivers ...
... feel : For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth , close cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs ; have lov'd the rural walk O'er hills , through vallies , and by rivers ...
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... feel at ev'ry step Our foot half sunk in hillocks green and soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the soil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures Earth : and , plotting in the dark , Toils much to earn a monumental ...
... feel at ev'ry step Our foot half sunk in hillocks green and soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the soil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures Earth : and , plotting in the dark , Toils much to earn a monumental ...
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... use , Else noxious ; oceans , rivers , lakes , and streams , All feel the fresh'ning impulse , and are cleans'd By restless undulation : ev'n the oak VOL . II . Thrives by the rude concussion of the storm : He BOOK I. 17 THE SOFA .
... use , Else noxious ; oceans , rivers , lakes , and streams , All feel the fresh'ning impulse , and are cleans'd By restless undulation : ev'n the oak VOL . II . Thrives by the rude concussion of the storm : He BOOK I. 17 THE SOFA .
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... feel Th ' impression of the blast with proud disdain , Frowning , as if in his unconscious arm He held the thunder : but the monarch owes His firm stability to what he scorns , More fix'd below , the more disturb'd above . The law , by ...
... feel Th ' impression of the blast with proud disdain , Frowning , as if in his unconscious arm He held the thunder : but the monarch owes His firm stability to what he scorns , More fix'd below , the more disturb'd above . The law , by ...
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... feel for man ; the nat❜ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax , That falls asunder at the touch of fire . He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having pow'r T'enforce the wrong , for such a worthy ...
... feel for man ; the nat❜ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax , That falls asunder at the touch of fire . He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having pow'r T'enforce the wrong , for such a worthy ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast bramble breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry ev❜n fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human labour learn'd less liberty live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove quake rapture rest riddance rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine shrubs skies sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Сторінка 61 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Сторінка 322 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Сторінка 323 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Сторінка 228 - Than cruelty, most devilish of them all. Mercy to him that shows it is the rule And righteous limitation of its act, By which Heaven moves in pardoning guilty man : And he that shows none, being ripe in years, And conscious of the outrage he commits, Shall seek it, and not find it, in his turn.
Сторінка 210 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Сторінка 237 - 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.
Сторінка 325 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Сторінка 203 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept.
Сторінка 38 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Сторінка 234 - Whose fire was kindled at the prophets' lamp, The time of rest, the promised sabbath, comes. Six thousand years of sorrow have well nigh Fulfilled their tardy and disastrous course Over a sinful world; and what remains Of this tempestuous state of human things Is merely as the working of a sea Before a calm, that rocks itself to rest...