The Works of Cowper and Thomson: Including Many Letters and Poems Never Before Published in this Country ; with a New and Interesting Memoir of the Life of ThomsonJ. Grigg, 1832 - 537 pages |
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... Cause Won , XV . The Silk Worm , · 154 Page . | Letter . 17 To the same . Letters the fruit of friendship ; his Page . ib . conversion , April 4 173 155 18 To the same . The probability of knowing each other ib . ib . 156 in a future ...
... Cause Won , XV . The Silk Worm , · 154 Page . | Letter . 17 To the same . Letters the fruit of friendship ; his Page . ib . conversion , April 4 173 155 18 To the same . The probability of knowing each other ib . ib . 156 in a future ...
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... cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless of all th ' anxiety he feels , Hook disappointment on the public wheels ; With all their flippant fluency of tongue , Most confident when palpably most wrong ; If this be kingly ...
... cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless of all th ' anxiety he feels , Hook disappointment on the public wheels ; With all their flippant fluency of tongue , Most confident when palpably most wrong ; If this be kingly ...
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... cause , tho ' worth the search , may yet That slaves , howe'er contented , never know . elude Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all ...
... cause , tho ' worth the search , may yet That slaves , howe'er contented , never know . elude Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all ...
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... cause I No sycophant or slave , that dared oppose grant An English poet's privilege to rant ; But is not Freedom - at least is not ours Too apt to play the wanton with her powers , Grow freakish , and , o'erleaping every mound , Spread ...
... cause I No sycophant or slave , that dared oppose grant An English poet's privilege to rant ; But is not Freedom - at least is not ours Too apt to play the wanton with her powers , Grow freakish , and , o'erleaping every mound , Spread ...
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... cause In all its parts , times , ministry , and laws , Bespeaks a land , once Christian , fallen and lost , In all , that wars against the title most ; What follows next let cities of great name , And regions long since desolate ...
... cause In all its parts , times , ministry , and laws , Bespeaks a land , once Christian , fallen and lost , In all , that wars against the title most ; What follows next let cities of great name , And regions long since desolate ...
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Adieu affectionate amusement beauty believe blank verse Bodham charms Cowper dear cousin DEAR FRIEND dearest death delight divine dream e'en earth Eartham favour fear feel give glad grace hand happy HAYLEY hear heard heart Heaven Homer honour hope Iliad JAMES THOMSON John Gilpin JOHN JOHNSON JOHN NEWTON Johnson JOSEPH HILL kind labour LADY HESKETH least less letter live Lord mind morning muse nature never NEWTON night o'er obliged occasion Olney once peace perhaps pleased pleasure poem poet poor praise present prove reason received scene seems shine smile song soon soul spirit suppose sure sweet taste tell thank thee thine thing Thomson thou thought tion truth verse Vincent Bourne virtue Weston WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY WILLIAM UNWIN winter wish worth write
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Page 135 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth : But higher far my proud pretensions rise ; The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 78 - 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 127 - Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig. The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Page 128 - 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 galloped off with all his might As he had done before.
Page 123 - Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark; So, stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — .
Page 153 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away ; But waged with Death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Page 126 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. "My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 134 - I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Page 52 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye Constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Page 66 - I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause. To such I render more than mere respect, Whose actions say, that they respect themselves.