PoemsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1854 |
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... honours , to influence and affluence , with equal prospects of success . But he was suddenly and powerfully withdrawn from those pursuits , and he left them without regret ; yet not till he had sufficient opportunity of counting the ...
... honours , to influence and affluence , with equal prospects of success . But he was suddenly and powerfully withdrawn from those pursuits , and he left them without regret ; yet not till he had sufficient opportunity of counting the ...
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William Cowper. only to heal , ) dictated by a just regard for the honour of God , and indignant grief excited by the profligacy of the age , and a tender compassion for the souls of men . His favourite topicks are least insisted on in ...
William Cowper. only to heal , ) dictated by a just regard for the honour of God , and indignant grief excited by the profligacy of the age , and a tender compassion for the souls of men . His favourite topicks are least insisted on in ...
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... honour's field advancing his firm foot , Plants it upon the line that Justice draws , And will prevail , or perish in her cause . " Tig to the virtues of such men , man owes His portion in the good that Heav'n bestows . And when ...
... honour's field advancing his firm foot , Plants it upon the line that Justice draws , And will prevail , or perish in her cause . " Tig to the virtues of such men , man owes His portion in the good that Heav'n bestows . And when ...
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... alone , Frames many a purpose , and God works his own . States thrive or wither as moons wax and wane , E'en as his will and his decrees ordain ; VOL . I. 7 225 While honour , virtue , piety , bear sway , EXPOSTULATION . 73.
... alone , Frames many a purpose , and God works his own . States thrive or wither as moons wax and wane , E'en as his will and his decrees ordain ; VOL . I. 7 225 While honour , virtue , piety , bear sway , EXPOSTULATION . 73.
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William Cowper. While honour , virtue , piety , bear sway , They flourish ; and as these decline , decay : In just resentment of his injur'd laws , He pours contempt on them , and on their cause : Strikes the rough thread of errour right ...
William Cowper. While honour , virtue , piety , bear sway , They flourish ; and as these decline , decay : In just resentment of his injur'd laws , He pours contempt on them , and on their cause : Strikes the rough thread of errour right ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath boast breast breath call'd cause charms Cowper daugh dear death delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth Eartham ease East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd give glory grace groves hand Happisburgh happy hast Hayley heard heart Heav'n honour hope human Iliad John Gilpin labour lady Hesketh live lov'd lyre magick mind muse musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newport Pagnel night nymphs o'er once pain pass'd peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r prove publick rest rude sacred scene scorn seem'd shade shine sighs sight skies smile song soon soul sound spirit stamp'd stream sweet taste thee theme thine thought toil truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Сторінка 239 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case. Said John, It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Сторінка 30 - Just estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
Сторінка 178 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Сторінка 182 - A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
Сторінка 112 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Сторінка 251 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay ; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away ; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
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 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 178 - Lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Сторінка 125 - The night was winter in his roughest mood; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.