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Page 143
The busy race examine and explore Each creek and cavern of the dang'rous
shore , With care collect what in their eyes excels , Some shining pebbles , and
some weeds and shells ; Thus laden , dream that they are rich and great , And ...
The busy race examine and explore Each creek and cavern of the dang'rous
shore , With care collect what in their eyes excels , Some shining pebbles , and
some weeds and shells ; Thus laden , dream that they are rich and great , And ...
Page 144
Woe to the man, whose wit disclaims its use, Glittoring in vain, or only to seduce,
Who studies nature with a wanton eye, Admires the work, but slips the lesson by ;
His hours of leisure and recess employs In drawing pictures of forbidden joys, ...
Woe to the man, whose wit disclaims its use, Glittoring in vain, or only to seduce,
Who studies nature with a wanton eye, Admires the work, but slips the lesson by ;
His hours of leisure and recess employs In drawing pictures of forbidden joys, ...
Page 146
Look where he comes — in his embow'r'd alcove Stand close conceald , and see
a statue move : Lips busy , and eyes fíx'd , foot falling slow , Arms hanging idly
down , hands clasp'd below , Interpret to the marking eye distress , Such as its ...
Look where he comes — in his embow'r'd alcove Stand close conceald , and see
a statue move : Lips busy , and eyes fíx'd , foot falling slow , Arms hanging idly
down , hands clasp'd below , Interpret to the marking eye distress , Such as its ...
Page 176
But save me from the gaiety of those, Whose headachs nail them to a noonday
bed; And save me too from theirs, whose haggard eyes Flash desperation, and
betray their pangs For prcperty stripp'd off by cruel chance; From gaiety, that fills
the ...
But save me from the gaiety of those, Whose headachs nail them to a noonday
bed; And save me too from theirs, whose haggard eyes Flash desperation, and
betray their pangs For prcperty stripp'd off by cruel chance; From gaiety, that fills
the ...
Page 196
And play his brilliant parts before my eyes , When I am hungry for the bread of life
? He mocks his Maker , prostitutes and shames His noble office , and , instead of
truth , Displaying his own beauty , starves his flock . Therefore avaunt all ...
And play his brilliant parts before my eyes , When I am hungry for the bread of life
? He mocks his Maker , prostitutes and shames His noble office , and , instead of
truth , Displaying his own beauty , starves his flock . Therefore avaunt all ...
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Page 183 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Page 408 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Page 377 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Page 377 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Page 376 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought, Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Page 395 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd 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.
Page 400 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.
Page 277 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd : Pleased 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.
Page 231 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat. To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 277 - 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. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view th' embattled tow'r, Whence all the music.
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| Title | The Poems of William Cowper |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Publisher | Ernest Fleischer, 1828 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Nov 2006 |
| Length | 427 pages |
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