Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a Sketch of His Life by John JohnsonPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - 785 стор. |
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... hours , and who set out with them in early life in the paths which lead to literary honours , to influence and affluence ... hour the wisdom which is from above visit- ed his heart . Then he felt himself a wanderer , and then he found a ...
... hours , and who set out with them in early life in the paths which lead to literary honours , to influence and affluence ... hour the wisdom which is from above visit- ed his heart . Then he felt himself a wanderer , and then he found a ...
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... hours sepa- rated , I always found new pleasure . A friend who was not only a comfort to myself , but a blessing to the af- fectionate poor people , among whom I then lived . Some time after inclination had thus removed him from the ...
... hours sepa- rated , I always found new pleasure . A friend who was not only a comfort to myself , but a blessing to the af- fectionate poor people , among whom I then lived . Some time after inclination had thus removed him from the ...
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... hour , And Death's own sithe would better speak his pow'r , Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulderknot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and success ...
... hour , And Death's own sithe would better speak his pow'r , Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulderknot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and success ...
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... hour . 355 So Gideon earn'd a victory not his own ; Subserviency his praise , and that alone . 360 Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They ...
... hour . 355 So Gideon earn'd a victory not his own ; Subserviency his praise , and that alone . 360 Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They ...
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... hour already come , And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must ; And that a nation shamefully debas'd Will be despis'd and trampled on at last , Unless sweet ...
... hour already come , And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must ; And that a nation shamefully debas'd Will be despis'd and trampled on at last , Unless sweet ...
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POEMS BY WILLIAM COWPER ESQ William 1731-1800 Cowper,John 1769-1833 Johnson Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2016 |
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Сторінка 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Сторінка 240 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Сторінка 182 - I heard the bell tolled 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 ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Сторінка 183 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Сторінка 179 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Сторінка 252 - Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them ; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld ; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repell'd ; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried
Сторінка 251 - Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destined wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left.
Сторінка 240 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Сторінка 184 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renew'd the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And...
Сторінка 120 - Terrestrial, in the vast and the minute, The unambiguous footsteps of the God Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing, And wheels His throne upon the rolling worlds.