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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... sent to roam , Excels a dunce , that has been kept at home . Accomplishments have taken virtue's place , And wisdom falls before exterior grace : We slight the precious kernel of the stone , And toil to polish its rough coat alone A ...
... sent to roam , Excels a dunce , that has been kept at home . Accomplishments have taken virtue's place , And wisdom falls before exterior grace : We slight the precious kernel of the stone , And toil to polish its rough coat alone A ...
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... Sent to do more than he appeared t ' have done ; T'exalt a people , and to place them high Above all else , and wondered he should die . Ere yet they brought their journey to an end , A stranger joined them , courteous as a friend , And ...
... Sent to do more than he appeared t ' have done ; T'exalt a people , and to place them high Above all else , and wondered he should die . Ere yet they brought their journey to an end , A stranger joined them , courteous as a friend , And ...
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... sent with God's commission to the heart ! So did not Paul . Direct me to a quip Or merry turn in all he ever wrote , And I consent you take it for your text , Your only one , till sides and benches fail . No : he was serious in a ...
... sent with God's commission to the heart ! So did not Paul . Direct me to a quip Or merry turn in all he ever wrote , And I consent you take it for your text , Your only one , till sides and benches fail . No : he was serious in a ...
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... Sent through the traveller's temples ! He that finds One drop of heaven's sweet mercy in his cup , The country starves , and they , that feed th ' o'er- Can dig , beg , rot , and perish , well content , charged And surfeited lewd town ...
... Sent through the traveller's temples ! He that finds One drop of heaven's sweet mercy in his cup , The country starves , and they , that feed th ' o'er- Can dig , beg , rot , and perish , well content , charged And surfeited lewd town ...
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... sent his stores T ' enrich thy walls : but thou didst hew the floods , And make thy marble of the glassy wave . Cyrene , when he bore the plaintiff tale Of his lost bees to her maternal ear ; In such a palace Poetry might place The ...
... sent his stores T ' enrich thy walls : but thou didst hew the floods , And make thy marble of the glassy wave . Cyrene , when he bore the plaintiff tale Of his lost bees to her maternal ear ; In such a palace Poetry might place The ...
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beauty beneath blank verse blessing boast cause charms Christian COWPER dear cousin DEAR FRIEND delight divine dream e'en earth eyes fair fancy favour fear feel flowers folly give glory grace hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour Huntingdon John Gilpin JOHN NEWTON JOSEPH HILL labour lady least less letter live Lord lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never NEWTON night numbers nymph o'er occasion Olney once pain palæstra Parnassian peace perhaps pleased pleasure poet poor praise pride prove scene scorn Scripture seems shine sight skies smile song soon soul suppose sure sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine things thou thought toil trifler true truth Twas verse Vincent Bourne virtue waste WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM UNWIN wisdom wish wonder worth write
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Сторінка 133 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth : But higher far my proud pretensions rise ; The son of parents passed into the skies.
Сторінка 47 - 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 125 - Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
Сторінка 132 - 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 131 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. " Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Сторінка 172 - For what is our hope or joy or crown of rejoicing ? are not even ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming ? For ye are our glory and joy.
Сторінка 124 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. "My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Сторінка 125 - Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride, But soon came down again; For saddletree scarce...
Сторінка 133 - Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no — what here we call our life is such. So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Сторінка 61 - 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.