The Poetical Works of William Cowper ...Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... bound , Binds man , the Lord of all . Himself derives No mean advantage from a kindred cause , From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease . The sedentary stretch their lazy length When Custom bids , but no refreshment find , For ...
... bound , Binds man , the Lord of all . Himself derives No mean advantage from a kindred cause , From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease . The sedentary stretch their lazy length When Custom bids , but no refreshment find , For ...
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... Bound homeward , and in hope already there , Greets with three cheers exulting . At his waist A girdle of half - wither'd shrubs he shows , And at his feet the baffled billows die . The common , overgrown with fern , and rough With 20 ...
... Bound homeward , and in hope already there , Greets with three cheers exulting . At his waist A girdle of half - wither'd shrubs he shows , And at his feet the baffled billows die . The common , overgrown with fern , and rough With 20 ...
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... bound . A serving maid was she , and fell in love With one who left her , went to sea , and died . Her fancy follow'd him through foaming waves To distant shores ; and she would sit and weep At what a sailor suffers ; fancy too ...
... bound . A serving maid was she , and fell in love With one who left her , went to sea , and died . Her fancy follow'd him through foaming waves To distant shores ; and she would sit and weep At what a sailor suffers ; fancy too ...
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... bound me to the kind ? True ; I am no proficient , I confess , In arts like yours . I cannot call the swift And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds , And bid them hide themselves in earth beneath ; I cannot analyze the air , nor ...
... bound me to the kind ? True ; I am no proficient , I confess , In arts like yours . I cannot call the swift And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds , And bid them hide themselves in earth beneath ; I cannot analyze the air , nor ...
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... bound in chains of silence , which the fair , Though eloquent themselves , yet fear to break ; What is it but a map of busy life , Its fluctuations , and its vast concerns ? Here runs the mountainous and craggy ridge That tempts ...
... bound in chains of silence , which the fair , Though eloquent themselves , yet fear to break ; What is it but a map of busy life , Its fluctuations , and its vast concerns ? Here runs the mountainous and craggy ridge That tempts ...
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Сторінка 97 - tis the twanging horn ! o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright, He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks ; News from all nations lumbering at his back.
Сторінка 34 - As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast : Then what is man ? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not "blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man...
Сторінка 152 - There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes. He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own.
Сторінка 38 - And manifold results, into the will And arbitration wise of the Supreme. Did not his eye rule all things, and intend The least of our concerns (since from the least The greatest oft originate); could chance Find place in his dominion, or dispose One lawless particle to thwart his plan ; Then God might be surprised, and unforeseen Contingence might alarm him, and disturb The smooth and equal course of his affairs.
Сторінка 46 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on Earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner...
Сторінка 189 - Kneels with the native of the farthest West, And ^Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand, And worships. Her report has travelled forth Into all lands.
Сторінка 247 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Сторінка 40 - Suspend th' effect, or heal it? Has not God Still wrought by means since first he made the world? And did he not of old employ his means To drown it? What is his creation less Than a capacious reservoir of means Form'd for his use, and ready at his will? Go, dress thine eyes with eyesalve; ask of him, Or ask of whomsoever he has taught, And learn, though late, the genuine cause of all.
Сторінка 252 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away ! ' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Сторінка 151 - Patriots have toiled, and in their country's cause Bled nobly; and their deeds, as they deserve, Receive proud recompense. We give in charge Their names to the sweet lyre. The historic muse, Proud of the treasure, marches with it down To latest times...