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... Thee , gentle savage * ! whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vainglory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bow'rs , to show thee here With what superior skill we can abuse The gifts of Providence ...
... Thee , gentle savage * ! whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vainglory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bow'rs , to show thee here With what superior skill we can abuse The gifts of Providence ...
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... thee straying on the beach , And asking of the surge that bathes thy foot , If ever it has wash'd our distant shore . I see thee weep , and thine are honest tears , A patriot's for his country : thou art sad At thought of her forlorn ...
... thee straying on the beach , And asking of the surge that bathes thy foot , If ever it has wash'd our distant shore . I see thee weep , and thine are honest tears , A patriot's for his country : thou art sad At thought of her forlorn ...
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... thee , would not hold thee fast , Freedom ! whom they that lose thee so regret , That ev'n a judgment , making way for thee , Seems in their eyes a mercy for thy sake ? Such evil Sin hath wrought ; and such a flame Kindled in Heav'n ...
... thee , would not hold thee fast , Freedom ! whom they that lose thee so regret , That ev'n a judgment , making way for thee , Seems in their eyes a mercy for thy sake ? Such evil Sin hath wrought ; and such a flame Kindled in Heav'n ...
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... thee ! Happy the man , who sees a God employ'd In all the good and ill , that checker life ! Resolving all events , with their effects And manifold results , into the will And arbitration wise of the Supreme . Did not his eye rule all ...
... thee ! Happy the man , who sees a God employ'd In all the good and ill , that checker life ! Resolving all events , with their effects And manifold results , into the will And arbitration wise of the Supreme . Did not his eye rule all ...
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... thee still- My country ! and , while yet a nook is left , Where English minds and manners may be found , Shall be constrain'd to love thee . Though thy clime Be fickle , and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains , or wither'd ...
... thee still- My country ! and , while yet a nook is left , Where English minds and manners may be found , Shall be constrain'd to love thee . Though thy clime Be fickle , and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains , or wither'd ...
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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...