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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... means of life , Society for me ! -thou seeming sweet , Be still a pleasing object in my view ; My visit still , but never mine abode . Not distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorn'd , but ...
... means of life , Society for me ! -thou seeming sweet , Be still a pleasing object in my view ; My visit still , but never mine abode . Not distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorn'd , but ...
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... else are bound , Binds man , the Lord of all . Himself derives No mean advantage from a kindred cause , From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease . 385 The sedentary stretch their lazy length When Custom bids , 2 * THE SOFA . 17.
... else are bound , Binds man , the Lord of all . Himself derives No mean advantage from a kindred cause , From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease . 385 The sedentary stretch their lazy length When Custom bids , 2 * THE SOFA . 17.
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... all growth Of wisdom , proves a school , in which he learns Sly circumvention , unrelenting hate , 615 Mean self - attachment , and scarce aught beside . Thus fare the shiv'ring natives of the north , And THE SOFA . 23.
... all growth Of wisdom , proves a school , in which he learns Sly circumvention , unrelenting hate , 615 Mean self - attachment , and scarce aught beside . Thus fare the shiv'ring natives of the north , And THE SOFA . 23.
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... means , but he must die . 140 Storms rise t ' o'erwhelm him ; or if stormy winds Rise not , the waters of the deep shall rise , And , needing none assistance of the storm , 150 Shall roll themselves ashore , and reach him there . 145 ...
... means , but he must die . 140 Storms rise t ' o'erwhelm him ; or if stormy winds Rise not , the waters of the deep shall rise , And , needing none assistance of the storm , 150 Shall roll themselves ashore , and reach him there . 145 ...
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... 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 eye ...
... 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 eye ...
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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.