The poems of William Cowper, with notes from his own correspondence1824 |
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... seen in the following pages ; in addition to which he wrote a transla- tion of Homer , " in blank verse . The latter years of his life were those of mental derangement , with lucid intervals , marked generally by a resignation to the ...
... seen in the following pages ; in addition to which he wrote a transla- tion of Homer , " in blank verse . The latter years of his life were those of mental derangement , with lucid intervals , marked generally by a resignation to the ...
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... seen and heard ; And in his cage , like parrot fine and gay , Is kept to strut , look big , and talk away . Born in a climate softer far than ours , Not form'd , like us , with such Herculean pow'rs , The Frenchman , easy , debonair ...
... seen and heard ; And in his cage , like parrot fine and gay , Is kept to strut , look big , and talk away . Born in a climate softer far than ours , Not form'd , like us , with such Herculean pow'rs , The Frenchman , easy , debonair ...
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... seen , Not in the words -- but in the gap between : Manner is all in all , whate'er is writ , The substitute for genius , sense , and wit . To dally much with subjects mean and low , Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so ...
... seen , Not in the words -- but in the gap between : Manner is all in all , whate'er is writ , The substitute for genius , sense , and wit . To dally much with subjects mean and low , Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so ...
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... seen . Still I insist , though music heretofore Has charm'd me much ( not e'en Occiduus more ) , Love , joy , and peace , make harmony more meet For Sabbath ev'nings , and perhaps as sweet . Will not the sickliest sheep of ev'ry flock ...
... seen . Still I insist , though music heretofore Has charm'd me much ( not e'en Occiduus more ) , Love , joy , and peace , make harmony more meet For Sabbath ev'nings , and perhaps as sweet . Will not the sickliest sheep of ev'ry flock ...
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... - The cross , once seen , is death to ev'ry vice : Else he that hung there suffer'd all his pain , Bled , groan'd , and agoniz'd , and died , in vain . TRUTH . ' Pensantur trutina . ' Hor . Lib 38 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR .
... - The cross , once seen , is death to ev'ry vice : Else he that hung there suffer'd all his pain , Bled , groan'd , and agoniz'd , and died , in vain . TRUTH . ' Pensantur trutina . ' Hor . Lib 38 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR .
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Сторінка 377 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Сторінка 335 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Сторінка 408 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Сторінка 398 - I heard the bell toll'd 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?
Сторінка 334 - 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 398 - 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!
Сторінка 340 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how) He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes ; But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one IF or BUT — That, whenever the Nose put...
Сторінка 193 - Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Сторінка 400 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, "While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Сторінка 400 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.