The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Svazek 3Benjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, and Robert Johnson, 1806 |
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Strana 9
... peace like that above , Sealed with his signet , whom they serve and love ; Scorned by the rest , with patient hope they wait A kind release from their imperfect state , And unregretted are soon snatched away From scenes of sorrow into ...
... peace like that above , Sealed with his signet , whom they serve and love ; Scorned by the rest , with patient hope they wait A kind release from their imperfect state , And unregretted are soon snatched away From scenes of sorrow into ...
Strana 13
... peace with one design , Sooth thee to make thee but a surer prey , And feed the fire , that wastes thy powers away . Up - God has formed thee with a wiser view , Not to be led in chains , but to subdue , Calls thee to cope with enemies ...
... peace with one design , Sooth thee to make thee but a surer prey , And feed the fire , that wastes thy powers away . Up - God has formed thee with a wiser view , Not to be led in chains , but to subdue , Calls thee to cope with enemies ...
Strana 32
... peaceful close , Scorned in a world , indebted to that scorn For evils daily felt and hardly borne , Not knowing thee ... peace a tyrant's frown denies . Hear the sweet accents of his tuneful voice , Hear him , overwhelmed with sorrow ...
... peaceful close , Scorned in a world , indebted to that scorn For evils daily felt and hardly borne , Not knowing thee ... peace a tyrant's frown denies . Hear the sweet accents of his tuneful voice , Hear him , overwhelmed with sorrow ...
Strana 43
... peace and joy ; And not with curses on his heart , who stole The gem of truth from his unguarded soul . The stamp of artless piety impressed By kind tuition on his yielding breast , The youth now bearded , and yet pert and raw , Regards ...
... peace and joy ; And not with curses on his heart , who stole The gem of truth from his unguarded soul . The stamp of artless piety impressed By kind tuition on his yielding breast , The youth now bearded , and yet pert and raw , Regards ...
Strana 99
... peace , but not to me ! How ill the scene that offers rest , And heart , that cannot rest , agree ! II . This glassy stream , that spreading pine , Those alders quivering to the breeze , Might sooth a soul less hurt than mine , And ...
... peace , but not to me ! How ill the scene that offers rest , And heart , that cannot rest , agree ! II . This glassy stream , that spreading pine , Those alders quivering to the breeze , Might sooth a soul less hurt than mine , And ...
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Aristippus Aspasio beneath bids bird birth blow boast bosom breast breath CALLIMACHUS canker-worm canst chaffinch charms dæmons dear death deem delight disdain divine dream drew earth Edmonton EPICHARMUS eyes fame fast fear feel flew flowers go snacks grace grave grief hand hast hear heard heart Heaven homeless birds honour honoured land John Gilpin John Throckmorton joys kind knew labour learned life's live Melanippus MILTIADES mind mourn muse nature ne'er nest never numbers o'er once Parnassian peace Perhaps pheme PINE-APPLE pleasure Poll poor prize prove rest retreat savest scarce scene scorn shade shine shore sight skies smile song soon soul sound Sparta stones stream sweet tear thee thine thou thought THRACIAN tomb treasure tree truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE voice walnut shade waste wing wish youth
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Strana 123 - Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight! he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound!
Strana 121 - His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, " Fair and softly,
Strana 119 - 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.
Strana 140 - 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.
Strana 142 - But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all...
Strana 125 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all ? Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : I came because your horse would come ; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, They are upon the road.
Strana 141 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age. Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may ; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Strana 140 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Strana 26 - Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace; Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant, is a mind distress'd.
Strana 120 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more.