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The bright hopes of Cowper ' s youth seemed thus to have all vanished : his
prospects of advancement in the world were gone ; and in the new - born zeal of
his religious fervour , his friends might well doubt whether his reason had been ...
The bright hopes of Cowper ' s youth seemed thus to have all vanished : his
prospects of advancement in the world were gone ; and in the new - born zeal of
his religious fervour , his friends might well doubt whether his reason had been ...
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Now the distemper , spite of draught or pill , Victorious seemed , and now the
doctor ' s skill ; And now - alas for unforeseen mishaps ! They put on a damp night
- cap , and relapse ; They thought they must have died , they were so bad ; Their
...
Now the distemper , spite of draught or pill , Victorious seemed , and now the
doctor ' s skill ; And now - alas for unforeseen mishaps ! They put on a damp night
- cap , and relapse ; They thought they must have died , they were so bad ; Their
...
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But still he seemed to carry weight , With leathern girdle braced ; For all might see
the bottle necks Still dangling at his waist . Thus all through merry Islington These
gambols he did play , Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmunton so gay .
But still he seemed to carry weight , With leathern girdle braced ; For all might see
the bottle necks Still dangling at his waist . Thus all through merry Islington These
gambols he did play , Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmunton so gay .
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While every word dropt on my ear So soft - and yet it seemed to thrill Yet oft when
memory intervenesSo sweet that ' twas a heaven to hear , But you , dear maid ,
be happy still , And e ' en thy pause had music still . Nor e ' er regret , midst fairer
...
While every word dropt on my ear So soft - and yet it seemed to thrill Yet oft when
memory intervenesSo sweet that ' twas a heaven to hear , But you , dear maid ,
be happy still , And e ' en thy pause had music still . Nor e ' er regret , midst fairer
...
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There did he labour one whole week to shew The wisdom of an apple - dumpling
maker ; And , lo ! so deep was majesty in dough , The palace seemed the lodging
of a baker ! Whitbreads Brewery visited by their Majesties . Full of the art of ...
There did he labour one whole week to shew The wisdom of an apple - dumpling
maker ; And , lo ! so deep was majesty in dough , The palace seemed the lodging
of a baker ! Whitbreads Brewery visited by their Majesties . Full of the art of ...
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Page 290 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Page 260 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin, — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 154 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Page 154 - He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Page 157 - 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 322 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 277 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Page 154 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 14 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 136 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms. Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant Dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
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| Title | Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volume 5 Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Robert Carruthers |
| Editor | Robert Chambers |
| Publisher | Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 15 Dec 2006 |
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