The Cowper Anthology: 1775-1800 A. D.Edward Arber |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 28
Page 7
... merry Islington , These gambols he did play , And till 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 ...
... merry Islington , These gambols he did play , And till 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 ...
Page 8
... - headed , you are come ? Or why you come at all ? ' Now GILPIN had a pleasant wit , And loved a timely joke , And thus unto the Calender , In merry strains he spoke . ' I came , because your horse would come ; 8 William Cowper .
... - headed , you are come ? Or why you come at all ? ' Now GILPIN had a pleasant wit , And loved a timely joke , And thus unto the Calender , In merry strains he spoke . ' I came , because your horse would come ; 8 William Cowper .
Page 9
... merry pin , Returned him not a single word ; But to the house went in . Whence straight he came , with hat and wig : A wig that drooped behind , A hat not much the worse for wear ; Each comely in its kind . He held them up ; and , in ...
... merry pin , Returned him not a single word ; But to the house went in . Whence straight he came , with hat and wig : A wig that drooped behind , A hat not much the worse for wear ; Each comely in its kind . He held them up ; and , in ...
Page 46
... merry derry , periwig and hatband ! Hic , hoc , horum Genitivo ! Can I decline A Nymph divine ? Her voice as a flute is dulcis ! Her oculi bright ! Her manus white ! And soft , when I tacto , her pulse is ! CHORUS . Rorum corum , sunt ...
... merry derry , periwig and hatband ! Hic , hoc , horum Genitivo ! Can I decline A Nymph divine ? Her voice as a flute is dulcis ! Her oculi bright ! Her manus white ! And soft , when I tacto , her pulse is ! CHORUS . Rorum corum , sunt ...
Page 96
... merry ! Let the Toast pass ! drink to the Lass ! & c . For let them be clumsy , or let them be slim , Young , or ancient ; I care not a feather ! So fill us a bumper , quite up to the brim ; And e'en let us Toast them together ! Let the ...
... merry ! Let the Toast pass ! drink to the Lass ! & c . For let them be clumsy , or let them be slim , Young , or ancient ; I care not a feather ! So fill us a bumper , quite up to the brim ; And e'en let us Toast them together ! Let the ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ANTHOLOGY auld lang syne Baroness Nairne beauty beneath bless boatie rows bonie bosom braw breast breath bright BURNS buy my caller caller herrin charms cheerful CHRISTABEL Cockpen COWPER Crown 8vo dance dear e'en Echoing Green Edited ev'ry Extra fcap eyes fair fear flower frae gentle GERALDINE grow the rashes gude hath hear heart Heaven Highland Laddie hill hour India Paper JOHN kiss Lady Laird Lassie laugh lo'e look Lover Lyrical Ballads Maid MARY maun merry morning ne'er never night Nymph o'er Oxford India Paper pain PINDAR pleasure Poems poor rose round S. T. COLERIDGE Scots Musical Museum sigh sing smile Song sorrow soul sweet tear tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas VIII W. W. SKEAT weary weel Wha'll buy wild wind Wolcot woods Youth
Popular passages
Page 173 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 253 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Page 241 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Page 167 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 70 - Then kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There, ever bask in uncreated rays ; No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 245 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Page 175 - ... tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 171 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: 319 While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
Page 58 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Page 259 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.