Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a Sketch of His Life by John Johnson, Volume 2E. Littlefield, 1841 |
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... Heav'n , that it burns down to Earth , And in the furious inquest that it makes 130 135 On God's behalf , lays waste his fairest works . The very elements , though each be meant The minister of man , to serve his wants , Conspire ...
... Heav'n , that it burns down to Earth , And in the furious inquest that it makes 130 135 On God's behalf , lays waste his fairest works . The very elements , though each be meant The minister of man , to serve his wants , Conspire ...
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... Heav'n all were ! But hark - the doctor's voice ! -fast wedg'd between Two empiricks he stands , and with swoln cheeks Inspires the news , his trumpet . Keener far Than all invective is his bold harangue , While through that publick ...
... Heav'n all were ! But hark - the doctor's voice ! -fast wedg'd between Two empiricks he stands , and with swoln cheeks Inspires the news , his trumpet . Keener far Than all invective is his bold harangue , While through that publick ...
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... Heav'n would sure grow weary of a world Productive only of a race like ours , 45 57555 580 A monitor is wood - plank shaven thin . 585 We wear it at our backs . There , closely brac'd And neatly fitted , it compresses hard The prominent ...
... Heav'n would sure grow weary of a world Productive only of a race like ours , 45 57555 580 A monitor is wood - plank shaven thin . 585 We wear it at our backs . There , closely brac'd And neatly fitted , it compresses hard The prominent ...
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... Heav'n's peculiar grace , escape . There we grow early gray , but never wise ; 630 There form connexions , but acquire no friend ; Solicit pleasure hopeless of success ; 635 Waste youth in occupations only fit For second childhood , and ...
... Heav'n's peculiar grace , escape . There we grow early gray , but never wise ; 630 There form connexions , but acquire no friend ; Solicit pleasure hopeless of success ; 635 Waste youth in occupations only fit For second childhood , and ...
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... Heav'n.- 660 So fare we in this prison - house , the World ; And ' tis a fearful spectacle to see So many maniacks dancing in their chains . They gaze upon the links , that hold them fast , With eyes of anguish , execrate their lot ...
... Heav'n.- 660 So fare we in this prison - house , the World ; And ' tis a fearful spectacle to see So many maniacks dancing in their chains . They gaze upon the links , that hold them fast , With eyes of anguish , execrate their lot ...
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beauty beneath boast breath call'd cause charms death delight design'd dicebox distant divine domestick dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel fieldfare flow'r folly form'd fruit give glory grace grave Guelder Rose hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Throckmorton JOSEPH HILL king labour learn'd less liberty liv'd live lost lov'd lyre magick man-The mind mounted best musick Nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasures plebeian pow'r praise proud prove publick rest sacred scene schools seek seem'd sensual World shine skies sleep smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet sweet oblivion task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas vex'd virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Page 30 - 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 earned.
Page 30 - 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 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 183 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Page 125 - The night was winter in his roughest mood; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Page 129 - The Lord of all, himself through all diffused, Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
Page 12 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at once.
Page 144 - 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 29 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Page 125 - The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd ; Pleas'd with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence.