Selections from Cowper's PoemsMacmillan, 1883 - 234 pages |
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... breath ! Here end my life , or make it worth my care ; Absence from whom we love is worse than death , And frustrate hope severer than despair . ON THE DEATH OF SIR W. RUSSELL . WRITTEN AFTER AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL . 9 Separation.
... breath ! Here end my life , or make it worth my care ; Absence from whom we love is worse than death , And frustrate hope severer than despair . ON THE DEATH OF SIR W. RUSSELL . WRITTEN AFTER AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL . 9 Separation.
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... breath Of patriots bursting with heroic rage , Or placemen all tranquillity and smiles . This folio of four pages , happy work ! Which not even critics criticise ; that holds Inquisitive attention , while I read , Fast bound in chains ...
... breath Of patriots bursting with heroic rage , Or placemen all tranquillity and smiles . This folio of four pages , happy work ! Which not even critics criticise ; that holds Inquisitive attention , while I read , Fast bound in chains ...
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... breath congealed upon thy lips , thy cheeks Fringed with a beard made white with other snows Than those of age , thy forehead wrapt in clouds , A leafless branch thy sceptre , and thy throne A sliding car , indebted to no wheels , But ...
... breath congealed upon thy lips , thy cheeks Fringed with a beard made white with other snows Than those of age , thy forehead wrapt in clouds , A leafless branch thy sceptre , and thy throne A sliding car , indebted to no wheels , But ...
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... breath , by respiration strong Forced downward , is consolidated soon Upon their jutting chests . He , form'd to bear The pelting brunt of the tempestuous night , With half - shut eyes and pucker'd cheeks , and teeth Presented bare ...
... breath , by respiration strong Forced downward , is consolidated soon Upon their jutting chests . He , form'd to bear The pelting brunt of the tempestuous night , With half - shut eyes and pucker'd cheeks , and teeth Presented bare ...
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... breath , A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death . The sable warrior , frantic with regret Of her he loves , and never can forget , Loses in tears the far receding shore , But not the thought that they must meet no more ; Deprived of ...
... breath , A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death . The sable warrior , frantic with regret Of her he loves , and never can forget , Loses in tears the far receding shore , But not the thought that they must meet no more ; Deprived of ...
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bard beauty beneath birds Book breath charms Cowper dear death delight distant divine dream earth ease Edmonton fair faith fame fancy farewell fast fear feel flower gentle Gilpin GLOWWORM grace Greece half happy heard heart Heaven hope hopes and fears hour human John Gilpin king knew knows labour land landscape light Lord lost lurcher lyre Mary mind muse Naiads nature never nose o'er Olney once Ouse pain peace perhaps play pleasure poet poet's poetry poor postboy praise rapture scene scorn seems shade shine shrubs sigh sight silent skies slaves smile song soon sorrow soul sound SPANIEL sublime sweet Task tears tempest thee theme thine thou art thought toil tongue touch true truth Twas verse WARREN HASTINGS whate'er wind winter worth youth
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Page 220 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 26 - 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 th
Page 170 - So, Fair and softly ! John he cried ; But John he cried in vain, That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Page 158 - 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. His purposes will...
Page 131 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 82 - 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 earn'd.
Page 81 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more...
Page 169 - Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty, screaming, came down stairs, The wine is left behind ! Good lack ! quoth he — yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Page 139 - The Lord of all, himself through all diffused, Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
Page 167 - 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.