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Page 25
The yawning Then to the iness of jo Blane , cynic Psalt'ry and sackbut , dulcimer
and dute . o be ! ' tis evangelical and pure : Observe each face , how sober and
demure ! Ecstasy sets her stamp oo ev'ry mies ; Chins fall'n , and not an eye - ball
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The yawning Then to the iness of jo Blane , cynic Psalt'ry and sackbut , dulcimer
and dute . o be ! ' tis evangelical and pure : Observe each face , how sober and
demure ! Ecstasy sets her stamp oo ev'ry mies ; Chins fall'n , and not an eye - ball
...
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Petronius ! all the muses weep for thee ; But ev'ry tear shall scald thy memory :
The graces too , while Virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that soft hand of
thine , eta cline bet spel bis course , And ev'ry post THE PROGRESS OF
ERROUR .
Petronius ! all the muses weep for thee ; But ev'ry tear shall scald thy memory :
The graces too , while Virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that soft hand of
thine , eta cline bet spel bis course , And ev'ry post THE PROGRESS OF
ERROUR .
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eta cline bet spel bis course , And ev'ry post , and where the chaise broke dowa ;
se satorious of his face , se , as bas been kept at home . S1 SIZE OF URBOUR
tahap pen the poling pair , porta't neck , and silly stare , Svak with HDR , un toch ...
eta cline bet spel bis course , And ev'ry post , and where the chaise broke dowa ;
se satorious of his face , se , as bas been kept at home . S1 SIZE OF URBOUR
tahap pen the poling pair , porta't neck , and silly stare , Svak with HDR , un toch ...
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One sad epistle thence may cure maskine And through life's labyrinth holds tast
the end And ev'ry post , and where the chaise broke du His stock , a few French
phrases gut by heart , Felt each a mortal stab in ber ova breast , Abhorr'd the ...
One sad epistle thence may cure maskine And through life's labyrinth holds tast
the end And ev'ry post , and where the chaise broke du His stock , a few French
phrases gut by heart , Felt each a mortal stab in ber ova breast , Abhorr'd the ...
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There no delusive hope invites despair ; No mock'ry meets you , no deception
there . ... I am no preacher , let this hint sufficeThe cross once seen is death to ev'
ry vice : Else he that hung there suffer'd all his pain , Bled , groan'd , and agoniz'd
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There no delusive hope invites despair ; No mock'ry meets you , no deception
there . ... I am no preacher , let this hint sufficeThe cross once seen is death to ev'
ry vice : Else he that hung there suffer'd all his pain , Bled , groan'd , and agoniz'd
...
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Page 237 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Page 440 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Page 213 - Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.
Page 386 - The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence, For there is none to covet, all are full, The lion, and the libbard, and the bear, Graze with the fearless flocks ; all bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the shade Of the same grove, and drink one common stream.
Page 232 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.
Page 230 - 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 382 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs, Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Page 237 - ... that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Page 169 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Page 161 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems by William Cowper ... |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1814 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Nov 2006 |
| Length | 480 pages |
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