Poems of William Cowper, EsqJ. Limbird, 1824 - 427 sidor |
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... Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if Liberty be ...
... Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if Liberty be ...
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... a poet too ; but modern taste Is so refin'd , and delicate , and chaste , That verse , whatever fire the fancy warms , Without a creamy smoothness has no charms . Thus , all success depending on an ear , And 14 TABLE TALK .
... a poet too ; but modern taste Is so refin'd , and delicate , and chaste , That verse , whatever fire the fancy warms , Without a creamy smoothness has no charms . Thus , all success depending on an ear , And 14 TABLE TALK .
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... fancy cast , Was lumber in an age so void of taste ; But when the Second Charles assum'd the sway , And arts reviv'd beneath a softer day , Then , like a bow long forc'd into a curve , The mind , releas'd from too constrain'd a nerve ...
... fancy cast , Was lumber in an age so void of taste ; But when the Second Charles assum'd the sway , And arts reviv'd beneath a softer day , Then , like a bow long forc'd into a curve , The mind , releas'd from too constrain'd a nerve ...
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... Fancy has sported all her powers away In tales , in trifles , and in children's play ; And ' tis the sad complaint , and almost true , Whate'er we write , we bring forth nothing new . " Twere new indeed to see a bard all fire , Touch'd ...
... Fancy has sported all her powers away In tales , in trifles , and in children's play ; And ' tis the sad complaint , and almost true , Whate'er we write , we bring forth nothing new . " Twere new indeed to see a bard all fire , Touch'd ...
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... fancy can invent to please , Adorn the polish'd periods as they fall , One madrigal of theirs is worth them all . A. Twould thin the ranks of the poetic tribe , To dash the pen through all that you proscribe . B. No matter -- we could ...
... fancy can invent to please , Adorn the polish'd periods as they fall , One madrigal of theirs is worth them all . A. Twould thin the ranks of the poetic tribe , To dash the pen through all that you proscribe . B. No matter -- we could ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids blest boast breath call'd cause charg'd charms death Deist delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'r folly form'd frown fruit give glory grace grave hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour human John Gilpin land learn'd light lov'd lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once peace perhaps pine-apples pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thought TILDEN toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Sida 280 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Sida 400 - 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!
Sida 401 - 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...
Sida 298 - 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.
Sida 337 - How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind. And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Sida 185 - Make enemies of nations, who had else, Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys...
Sida 231 - And having dropped the expected bag, pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, • Cold and yet cheerful ; messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some ; To him indifferent whether grief or joy. Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks...
Sida 271 - Patriots have toiled, and in their country's cause Bled nobly ; and their deeds, as they deserve, Receive proud recompense. We give in charge Their names to the sweet lyre. The historic muse, Proud of the treasure, marches with it down To latest times ; and sculpture, in her turn, Gives bond in stone and ever-during brass To guard them, and t...
Sida 378 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung, A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Sida 402 - 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.