Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a Sketch of His Life by John Johnson, Том 2E. Littlefield, 1841 |
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... beauty , her fertility . She dreads An instant's pause , and lives but while she moves : 355 360 365 370 Its own revolvency upholds the World , Winds from all quarters agitate the air , And fit the limpid element for use , Else noxious ...
... beauty , her fertility . She dreads An instant's pause , and lives but while she moves : 355 360 365 370 Its own revolvency upholds the World , Winds from all quarters agitate the air , And fit the limpid element for use , Else noxious ...
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... Beauty , when no cause For such immeasurable wo appears , These Flora , banishes , and gives the fair 460 Sweet smiles , and bloom less transient than her own . It is the constant revolution , stale And tasteless , of the same repeated ...
... Beauty , when no cause For such immeasurable wo appears , These Flora , banishes , and gives the fair 460 Sweet smiles , and bloom less transient than her own . It is the constant revolution , stale And tasteless , of the same repeated ...
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... beauty to a stone , And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips . Nor does the chisel occupy alone 705 The pow'rs of sculpture , but the style as much ; Each province of her art her equal care . With nice incision of her guided steel She ...
... beauty to a stone , And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips . Nor does the chisel occupy alone 705 The pow'rs of sculpture , but the style as much ; Each province of her art her equal care . With nice incision of her guided steel She ...
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... , hasty to depart , Look'd to the sea for safety ? They are gone , Gone with the refluent wave into the deep- A prince with half his people ' Ancient tow'rs , 120 And roofs embattled high , the gloomy scenes Where beauty 32 THE TASK .
... , hasty to depart , Look'd to the sea for safety ? They are gone , Gone with the refluent wave into the deep- A prince with half his people ' Ancient tow'rs , 120 And roofs embattled high , the gloomy scenes Where beauty 32 THE TASK .
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... beauty oft and letter'd worth consume Life in the unproductive shades of death , Fall prone the pale inhabitants come forth , And , happy in their unforeseen release From all the rigours of restraint , enjoy The terrours of the day that ...
... beauty oft and letter'd worth consume Life in the unproductive shades of death , Fall prone the pale inhabitants come forth , And , happy in their unforeseen release From all the rigours of restraint , enjoy The terrours of the day that ...
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beauty beneath boast breath call'd cause charms death delight design'd dicebox distant divine domestick dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel fieldfare flow'r folly form'd fruit give glory grace grave Guelder Rose hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Throckmorton JOSEPH HILL king labour learn'd less liberty liv'd live lost lov'd lyre magick man-The mind mounted best musick Nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasures plebeian pow'r praise proud prove publick rest sacred scene schools seek seem'd sensual World shine skies sleep smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet sweet oblivion task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas vex'd virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Сторінка 30 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Сторінка 30 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
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 183 - 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 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.
Сторінка 129 - The Lord of all, himself through all diffused, Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
Сторінка 12 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at once.
Сторінка 144 - 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 29 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Сторінка 125 - The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd ; Pleas'd with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence.