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The diadem , with mighty projects lind , To catch renown by ruining mankind , Is
worth , with all its gold and glittring store , Just what the toy will sell for , and no
more . Oh ! bright occasions of dispensing good , How seldom us'd , how little ...
The diadem , with mighty projects lind , To catch renown by ruining mankind , Is
worth , with all its gold and glittring store , Just what the toy will sell for , and no
more . Oh ! bright occasions of dispensing good , How seldom us'd , how little ...
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Not more industrious are the just and true , To give to Virtue what is Virtue's due-
The praise of wisdom , comeliness , and worth , And call her charms to public
notice forth Than Vice's mean and disingenuous race , To hide the shocking ...
Not more industrious are the just and true , To give to Virtue what is Virtue's due-
The praise of wisdom , comeliness , and worth , And call her charms to public
notice forth Than Vice's mean and disingenuous race , To hide the shocking ...
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... A toy to sport with , and pass time away . Collect at ev'ning what the day
brought forth , Compress the sum into its solid worth , And if it weigh th '
importance of a fly , The scales are false , or algebra a lie . Sacred interpreter of
human thought ...
... A toy to sport with , and pass time away . Collect at ev'ning what the day
brought forth , Compress the sum into its solid worth , And if it weigh th '
importance of a fly , The scales are false , or algebra a lie . Sacred interpreter of
human thought ...
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What should be and what was an hour - glass once , Becomes a dice - box and a
billiard - mace Well does the work of his destructive scythe . Thus deck'd , he
charms a world whom fashion blinds To his true worth , most pleas'd when idle ...
What should be and what was an hour - glass once , Becomes a dice - box and a
billiard - mace Well does the work of his destructive scythe . Thus deck'd , he
charms a world whom fashion blinds To his true worth , most pleas'd when idle ...
Page 333
Conspire to honour Thee , They best can judge a poet's worth , Who oft
themselves have known The pangs of a poetic birth By labours of their own . *
Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley , which accompanied these lines . We ,
therefore ...
Conspire to honour Thee , They best can judge a poet's worth , Who oft
themselves have known The pangs of a poetic birth By labours of their own . *
Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley , which accompanied these lines . We ,
therefore ...
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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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