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Put restless was the chair ; the back erect Distress'd the weary loins , that felt no
ease ; The slipp'ry seat betray'd the sliding part That press'd it , and the feet hung
dangling down , Anxious in vain to find the distant floor . ' These for the rich ; the ...
Put restless was the chair ; the back erect Distress'd the weary loins , that felt no
ease ; The slipp'ry seat betray'd the sliding part That press'd it , and the feet hung
dangling down , Anxious in vain to find the distant floor . ' These for the rich ; the ...
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... to a pause , and we have borne T'he ruffing wind , scarce ' conscious that it
blew , While Admiration , feeding at the eye , And still unsated , dwelt upon the
scene . Thence , with what pleasure we just discern'd The distant THE SOFA . 13.
... to a pause , and we have borne T'he ruffing wind , scarce ' conscious that it
blew , While Admiration , feeding at the eye , And still unsated , dwelt upon the
scene . Thence , with what pleasure we just discern'd The distant THE SOFA . 13.
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Thence , with what pleasure we just discern'd The distant plough slow moving ,
and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , The sturdy swain
diminish'd to a boy ! Here Ouse , slow winding through a level plain Of spacious ...
Thence , with what pleasure we just discern'd The distant plough slow moving ,
and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , The sturdy swain
diminish'd to a boy ! Here Ouse , slow winding through a level plain Of spacious ...
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So farewell envy of the peasant's nest ! If solitude make scant the means of life ,
Society for me ! -- thou seeming sweet , Be still a pleasing object in my view ; My
visit still , but never mine abode . Not distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us
.
So farewell envy of the peasant's nest ! If solitude make scant the means of life ,
Society for me ! -- thou seeming sweet , Be still a pleasing object in my view ; My
visit still , but never mine abode . Not distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us
.
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Ilere the gray smooth trunks Of ash , or lime , or beech , distinctly shine , Within
the twilight of their distant shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , the wood
Seems sunk , and shorten's to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but
has ...
Ilere the gray smooth trunks Of ash , or lime , or beech , distinctly shine , Within
the twilight of their distant shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , the wood
Seems sunk , and shorten's to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but
has ...
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Page 161 - 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.
Page 41 - Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Page 155 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 43 - A messenger of grace to guilty men. Behold the picture ! — Is it like ? — Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text ; Cry — hem ! and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Page 32 - 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 42 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 161 - The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence, For there is none to covet; all are full. The lion, and the libbard, and the bear, Graze with the fearless flocks; all bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the shade Of the same grove, and drink one common stream ; Antipathies are none.
Page 32 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Page 32 - We have no slaves at home — then why abroad ? And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loosed. 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 31 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
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| Title | The Task: In Six Books |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Publisher | J. & B. Williams, 1836 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Nov 2006 |
| Length | 172 pages |
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