The Poems of William CowperErnest Fleischer, 1828 - 427 pages |
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... hand . Nature , exerting an unwearied power , Forms , opens , and gives scent to ev'ry flower ; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field , and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads : She fills profuse ten thousand little throats ...
... hand . Nature , exerting an unwearied power , Forms , opens , and gives scent to ev'ry flower ; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field , and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads : She fills profuse ten thousand little throats ...
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... hands is made- Sad sacrilege ! no function , but a trade ! Occiduus is a pastor of renown , When he has pray'd and preach'd the Sabbath down , With wire and catgut he concludes the day , Quav'ring and semiquav'ring care away . The full ...
... hands is made- Sad sacrilege ! no function , but a trade ! Occiduus is a pastor of renown , When he has pray'd and preach'd the Sabbath down , With wire and catgut he concludes the day , Quav'ring and semiquav'ring care away . The full ...
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... hand , It stabs at once the morals of a land . Ye writers of what none with safety reads , Footing it in the dance that Fancy leads ; Ye novelists , who mar what ye would mend , Sniv❜lling and driv'lling folly without end ; Whose ...
... hand , It stabs at once the morals of a land . Ye writers of what none with safety reads , Footing it in the dance that Fancy leads ; Ye novelists , who mar what ye would mend , Sniv❜lling and driv'lling folly without end ; Whose ...
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... hand of thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Graybeard corrupter of our list'ning youth , To purge and skim away the filth ...
... hand of thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Graybeard corrupter of our list'ning youth , To purge and skim away the filth ...
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... hand is feeble , or his aim untrue . For though , ere yet the shaft is on the wing , Or when it first forsakes th ' elastic string , It err but little from th ' intended line , It falls at last far wide of his design : So he , who seeks ...
... hand is feeble , or his aim untrue . For though , ere yet the shaft is on the wing , Or when it first forsakes th ' elastic string , It err but little from th ' intended line , It falls at last far wide of his design : So he , who seeks ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids blest boast breath call'd cause charg'd charms death Deist delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fill'd fire flow'r folly form'd frown give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour human John Gilpin land learn'd light lov'd lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once peace perhaps pine-apples pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Page 183 - 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 408 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Page 377 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Page 377 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Page 376 - 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 395 - 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.
Page 400 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.
Page 277 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd : Pleased 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.
Page 231 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat. To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 277 - 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. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view th' embattled tow'r, Whence all the music.