The Poetical Works of William CowperW. Smith, 1839 - 516 pages |
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... wind that raised it , and it fell . He trod the very self - same ground you tread , And victory refuted all he said . B. And yet his judgment was not framed amiss , Its error , if it err'd , was merely this , - He thought the dying hour ...
... wind that raised it , and it fell . He trod the very self - same ground you tread , And victory refuted all he said . B. And yet his judgment was not framed amiss , Its error , if it err'd , was merely this , - He thought the dying hour ...
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... wind and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one , Short his career , indeed , but ably run . Churchill , himself unconscious of his powers , In penury consumed his idle hours , And like a scatter'd seed at random ...
... wind and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one , Short his career , indeed , but ably run . Churchill , himself unconscious of his powers , In penury consumed his idle hours , And like a scatter'd seed at random ...
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... wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable , should tell you ' tis a ...
... wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable , should tell you ' tis a ...
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... wind . Thus men go wrong with an ingenious skill , Bend the straight rule to their own crooked will , And with a clear and shining lamp supplied , First put it out , then take it for a guide . Halting on crutches of unequal size , One ...
... wind . Thus men go wrong with an ingenious skill , Bend the straight rule to their own crooked will , And with a clear and shining lamp supplied , First put it out , then take it for a guide . Halting on crutches of unequal size , One ...
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... winds waft where'er the billows roll , From the world's girdle to the frozen pole ; The chariots bounding in her ... wind . Then wherefore weep for England ? What appears In England's case to move the Muse to tears ! The prophet wept ...
... winds waft where'er the billows roll , From the world's girdle to the frozen pole ; The chariots bounding in her ... wind . Then wherefore weep for England ? What appears In England's case to move the Muse to tears ! The prophet wept ...
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Page 110 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
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Page 59 - 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.
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Page 110 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Page 109 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...
Page 135 - Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be : — Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me...
Page 52 - I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me. Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of...