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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... stand upon . Man made for kings ! those optics are but dim , That tell you so - say , rather , they for him . That were indeed a king - ennobling thought , Could they , or would they , reason as they ought . The diadem , with mighty ...
... stand upon . Man made for kings ! those optics are but dim , That tell you so - say , rather , they for him . That were indeed a king - ennobling thought , Could they , or would they , reason as they ought . The diadem , with mighty ...
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... stand or fall . B. True . While they live , the courtly laureat pays His quitrent ode , his peppercorn of praise ; And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite . A subject's faults a subject may ...
... stand or fall . B. True . While they live , the courtly laureat pays His quitrent ode , his peppercorn of praise ; And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite . A subject's faults a subject may ...
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... Stand on a level ; and you prove too much : If all men indiscriminately share His fostering power , and tutelary care , As well be yoked by Despotism's hand , As dwell at large in Britain's chartered land . B. No. Freedom has a thousand ...
... Stand on a level ; and you prove too much : If all men indiscriminately share His fostering power , and tutelary care , As well be yoked by Despotism's hand , As dwell at large in Britain's chartered land . B. No. Freedom has a thousand ...
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... stand . No sycophant or slave , that dared oppose Her sacred cause , but trembled when he rose ; And every venal stickler for the yoke Felt himself crushed at the first word he spoke . Such men are raised to station and command , When ...
... stand . No sycophant or slave , that dared oppose Her sacred cause , but trembled when he rose ; And every venal stickler for the yoke Felt himself crushed at the first word he spoke . Such men are raised to station and command , When ...
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... stand , Beating alternately , in measured time , The clock - work tintinabulum of rhyme , Exact and regular the sounds will be ; But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him , who rears a poem lank and long , To him who ...
... stand , Beating alternately , in measured time , The clock - work tintinabulum of rhyme , Exact and regular the sounds will be ; But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him , who rears a poem lank and long , To him who ...
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Сторінка 64 - 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; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture ; much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, ** And tender in...
Сторінка 98 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, ' Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us ! ' The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Сторінка 133 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Сторінка 112 - O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. 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.
Сторінка 76 - 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...
Сторінка 49 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Сторінка 77 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat. To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Сторінка 126 - 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 galloped off with all his might As he had done before.
Сторінка 76 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent whether grief or joy.) Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet With tears that trickled down the writer's cheeks Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains, Or nymphs responsive, equally affect His horse and him,...
Сторінка 126 - And all the world would stare If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said "I am in haste to dine: Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.