Poems by William Cowper ...J. Johnson, 1814 - Počet stran: 480 |
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... hour , And Death's own sithe would better speak his pow'r ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulderknot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and success ...
... hour , And Death's own sithe would better speak his pow'r ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulderknot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and success ...
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... hour : So Gideon earn'd a vict'ry not his own ; Subserviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with ev'ry ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around ...
... hour : So Gideon earn'd a vict'ry not his own ; Subserviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with ev'ry ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around ...
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... hour already come , And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must ; And that a nation shamefully debas'd , Will be despis'd and trampled on at last , Unless sweet ...
... hour already come , And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must ; And that a nation shamefully debas'd , Will be despis'd and trampled on at last , Unless sweet ...
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... hours ; And , like a scatter'd seed at random sown , Was left to spring by vigour of his own . Lifted at length , by dignity of thought And dint of genius , to an affluent lot , He laid his head in Luxury's soft lap , And took , too ...
... hours ; And , like a scatter'd seed at random sown , Was left to spring by vigour of his own . Lifted at length , by dignity of thought And dint of genius , to an affluent lot , He laid his head in Luxury's soft lap , And took , too ...
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... hour ! Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , th ' enchantment was begun ; And he shall gild yon mountain's height again , Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes a pain . Is this the rugged path , the steep ascent , That ...
... hour ! Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , th ' enchantment was begun ; And he shall gild yon mountain's height again , Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes a pain . Is this the rugged path , the steep ascent , That ...
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Aspasio beneath bids blest boast breath call'd cause charg'd charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine docet dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly form'd frown give glory grace groves hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour human int'rest JOHN GILPIN land learn'd light lov'd lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once Parnassian peace perhaps pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sighs 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 VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Strana 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.
Strana 442 - 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.