Poems by William Cowper ...J. Johnson, 1814 - 480 стор. |
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... Happy the state , that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations , that they never felt , Start up sagacious , cover'd with the dust Of dreaming study and pedantic rust , And prate and ...
... Happy the state , that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations , that they never felt , Start up sagacious , cover'd with the dust Of dreaming study and pedantic rust , And prate and ...
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... happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away . He drinks his simple bev'rage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy ...
... happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away . He drinks his simple bev'rage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy ...
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... happy peasant ! Oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , hers the rich reward ; He prais'd perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errours his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity ...
... happy peasant ! Oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , hers the rich reward ; He prais'd perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errours his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity ...
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... happy skill and industry combin'd Shall prove ( what argument could never yet ) The Bible an imposture and a cheat ? The praises of the libertine profess'd , The worst of men , and curses of the best . Where should the living , weeping ...
... happy skill and industry combin'd Shall prove ( what argument could never yet ) The Bible an imposture and a cheat ? The praises of the libertine profess'd , The worst of men , and curses of the best . Where should the living , weeping ...
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... happy , confident yet meek . Since the dear hour , that brought me to thy foot , And cut up all my follies by the root , I never trusted in an arm but thine , Nor hop'd , but in thy righteousness divine : My pray'rs and alms , imperfect ...
... happy , confident yet meek . Since the dear hour , that brought me to thy foot , And cut up all my follies by the root , I never trusted in an arm but thine , Nor hop'd , but in thy righteousness divine : My pray'rs and alms , imperfect ...
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Aspasio beneath bids blest boast breath call'd cause charg'd charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine docet dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly form'd frown give glory grace groves hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour human int'rest JOHN GILPIN land learn'd light lov'd lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once Parnassian peace perhaps pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Сторінка 237 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Сторінка 442 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who bidd'st 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 213 - Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.
Сторінка 386 - The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence, For there is none to covet, all are full, The lion, and the libbard, and the bear, Graze with the fearless flocks ; all bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the shade Of the same grove, and drink one common stream.
Сторінка 232 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.
Сторінка 230 - Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Сторінка 382 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs, Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Сторінка 237 - ... that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Сторінка 169 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Сторінка 161 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.