Poems of William Cowper, EsqJ. Limbird, 1824 - 427 sidor |
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... night Was grac❜d with many an undulating light . In less illustrious bards his beauty shone A meteor , or a star ; in these , the sun . The nightingale may claim the topmost bough , While the poor grasshopper must chirp below . Like ...
... night Was grac❜d with many an undulating light . In less illustrious bards his beauty shone A meteor , or a star ; in these , the sun . The nightingale may claim the topmost bough , While the poor grasshopper must chirp below . Like ...
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... ? -B . Not wholly in the dark ; Wit now and then , struck smartly , shows a spark , Sufficient to redeem the modern race From total night and absolute disgrace . powers , While servile trick and imitative knack Confine the 18 TABLE TALK .
... ? -B . Not wholly in the dark ; Wit now and then , struck smartly , shows a spark , Sufficient to redeem the modern race From total night and absolute disgrace . powers , While servile trick and imitative knack Confine the 18 TABLE TALK .
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... Night , down - stooping from her ebon throne , Views constellations brighter than her own . ' Tis innocent , and harmless , and refin'd , The balm of care , Elysium of the mind . Innocent ! Oh if venerable Time Slain at the foot of ...
... Night , down - stooping from her ebon throne , Views constellations brighter than her own . ' Tis innocent , and harmless , and refin'd , The balm of care , Elysium of the mind . Innocent ! Oh if venerable Time Slain at the foot of ...
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... night , The foam upon the waters not so light . Who judg'd the Pharisee ? What odious cause Expos'd him to the vengeance of the laws ? Had he seduc'd a virgin , wrong'd a friend , Or stabb'd a man to serve some private end ? Was ...
... night , The foam upon the waters not so light . Who judg'd the Pharisee ? What odious cause Expos'd him to the vengeance of the laws ? Had he seduc'd a virgin , wrong'd a friend , Or stabb'd a man to serve some private end ? Was ...
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... night Lies down secure , her heart and pocket light ; She , for her humble sphere by nature fit , Has little understanding , and no wit , Receives no praise ; but , though her lot be such , ( Toilsome and indigent ) she renders much ...
... night Lies down secure , her heart and pocket light ; She , for her humble sphere by nature fit , Has little understanding , and no wit , Receives no praise ; but , though her lot be such , ( Toilsome and indigent ) she renders much ...
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The Poems of William Cowper, Esq. of the Inner Temple William Cowper Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1825 |
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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.