The Poetical Works of William Cowper ...Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... shaded walks And long protracted bowers , enjoy'd at noon The gloom and coolness of declining day . We bear our shades about us ; self - deprived Of other screen , the thin umbrella spread , And range an Indian waste without a tree ...
... shaded walks And long protracted bowers , enjoy'd at noon The gloom and coolness of declining day . We bear our shades about us ; self - deprived Of other screen , the thin umbrella spread , And range an Indian waste without a tree ...
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... shade . Descending now ( but cautious , lest too fast ) A sudden steep upon a rustic bridge , We pass a gulf , in which the willows dip Their pendent boughs , stooping as if to drink . Hence , ankle - deep in moss and flowery thyme , We ...
... shade . Descending now ( but cautious , lest too fast ) A sudden steep upon a rustic bridge , We pass a gulf , in which the willows dip Their pendent boughs , stooping as if to drink . Hence , ankle - deep in moss and flowery thyme , We ...
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... shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shortened to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such ...
... shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shortened to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such ...
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... shine ; There only minds like yours can do no harm . Our groves were planted to console at noon The pensive wanderer in their shades . At eve The moonbeam , sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves 28 B. I. THE TASK .
... shine ; There only minds like yours can do no harm . Our groves were planted to console at noon The pensive wanderer in their shades . At eve The moonbeam , sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves 28 B. I. THE TASK .
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... shade , Where rumour of oppression and deceit , Of unsuccessful or successful war , Might never reach me more . My ear is pain'd , My soul is sick , with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd . There is no ...
... shade , Where rumour of oppression and deceit , Of unsuccessful or successful war , Might never reach me more . My ear is pain'd , My soul is sick , with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd . There is no ...
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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...