The Works of Cowper and Thomson: Including Many Letters and Poems Never Before Published in this Country : with a New and Interesting Memoir of the Life of ThomsonLippincott, Grambo & Company, 1851 - 537 стор. |
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... present of a sun - dial , Sept. 15 ib . Weston , Sept. 29 399 450 To W. Hayley , Esq . Distribution of his time , May 21 ib . 466 To the Rev. J. Johnson . On Mr. Johnson's visit to 451 To Lady Hesketh . With his verses to a young friend ...
... present of a sun - dial , Sept. 15 ib . Weston , Sept. 29 399 450 To W. Hayley , Esq . Distribution of his time , May 21 ib . 466 To the Rev. J. Johnson . On Mr. Johnson's visit to 451 To Lady Hesketh . With his verses to a young friend ...
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... present time , and times to come ; They cry aloud , in every careless ear , Stop , while ye may ; suspend your mad career ; O learn from our example and our fate , Learn wisdom and repentance , ere too late . Not only Vice disposes and ...
... present time , and times to come ; They cry aloud , in every careless ear , Stop , while ye may ; suspend your mad career ; O learn from our example and our fate , Learn wisdom and repentance , ere too late . Not only Vice disposes and ...
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... present , as your hopes presage ; ' Tis heavy , bulky , and bids fair to prove An absent friend's fidelity and love ; But when unpacked , your disappointment groans To find it stuffed with brickbats , earth , and stones . Some men ...
... present , as your hopes presage ; ' Tis heavy , bulky , and bids fair to prove An absent friend's fidelity and love ; But when unpacked , your disappointment groans To find it stuffed with brickbats , earth , and stones . Some men ...
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... present health can health ensure For yet an hour to come ; No medicine , though it oft can cure , Can always balk the tomb . And O ! that humble as my lot , And scorned as in my strain , Sad waste ! for which no after - thrift atones ...
... present health can health ensure For yet an hour to come ; No medicine , though it oft can cure , Can always balk the tomb . And O ! that humble as my lot , And scorned as in my strain , Sad waste ! for which no after - thrift atones ...
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... present , when my days are spent in reading the Journals , and my nights in dreaming of them ; * an employment not very agreeable to a head that has long been habituated to the luxury of choosing its subject , and has been as little ...
... present , when my days are spent in reading the Journals , and my nights in dreaming of them ; * an employment not very agreeable to a head that has long been habituated to the luxury of choosing its subject , and has been as little ...
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Æsop Beau marked beauty beneath better blessing boast cause charms Christian COWPER dear cousin DEAR FRIEND death delight divine dream e'en earth ease eyes fair faith fancy favour fear feel flowers folly give glory grace hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour human Huntingdon John Gilpin JOHN NEWTON JOSEPH HILL labour LADY least less live Lord lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never numbers nymph o'er Olney once pain peace perhaps pleased pleasure poet poor praise prove reason rest scene scorn Scripture seems shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound sure sweet taste thee theme thine thing thou thought toil true truth Twas verse Vincent Bourne virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY WILLIAM UNWIN wind wisdom wish wonder worth youth
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Сторінка 61 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Сторінка 123 - Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
Сторінка 130 - 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.
Сторінка 90 - Knowledge and Wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connexion. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared, and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.
Сторінка 150 - But ah ! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary ! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary ! W.
Сторінка 94 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Сторінка 87 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Сторінка 110 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more.
Сторінка 44 - Of blackening pines, aye waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Сторінка 131 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.