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The SOFA suits The gouty limb , ' tis true : but gouly limb , Though on a Sofa , may
I never feel : For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes or grassy swarth , close
cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of ...
The SOFA suits The gouty limb , ' tis true : but gouly limb , Though on a Sofa , may
I never feel : For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes or grassy swarth , close
cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of ...
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Measure life By its true worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seems
worthy of the name . Good health , and its associate in the most , Good temper ;
spirits prompt to undertake , And not soon spent , though in an arduous task ; The
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Measure life By its true worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seems
worthy of the name . Good health , and its associate in the most , Good temper ;
spirits prompt to undertake , And not soon spent , though in an arduous task ; The
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Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good ,
Disinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not for nought ;
And must be brib'd to compass Earth again By other hopes and richer fruits than ...
Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good ,
Disinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not for nought ;
And must be brib'd to compass Earth again By other hopes and richer fruits than ...
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To shake thy senate , and frona heights sublime of patriot eloquence to flash
down fire Upon thy foes , was never meant my task : But I can feel thy fortunes ,
and partake Thy joys and sorrows , with as true a heart As any thund'rer there .
To shake thy senate , and frona heights sublime of patriot eloquence to flash
down fire Upon thy foes , was never meant my task : But I can feel thy fortunes ,
and partake Thy joys and sorrows , with as true a heart As any thund'rer there .
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Breathe soft , Ye clarionets ; and softer still , ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull
'd by magick sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic sliore . Prue , we have
lost an empire - let it pass . THE TIME - PIECE . 43 True , we may THE TASK .
Breathe soft , Ye clarionets ; and softer still , ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull
'd by magick sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic sliore . Prue , we have
lost an empire - let it pass . THE TIME - PIECE . 43 True , we may THE TASK .
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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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