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 - Počet stran: 537 |
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... thine ! A. Guard what you say , the patriotic tribe Will sneer , and charge you with a bribe- B. A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie : And , of all lies ( be that one poet's boast ...
... thine ! A. Guard what you say , the patriotic tribe Will sneer , and charge you with a bribe- B. A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie : And , of all lies ( be that one poet's boast ...
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... thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without th ' ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing ...
... thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without th ' ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing ...
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... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What says the prophet ? Let that day be blest With holiness and consecrated rest . Pastime and business both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they intrude ...
... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What says the prophet ? Let that day be blest With holiness and consecrated rest . Pastime and business both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they intrude ...
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... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorred the sacrifice , and cursed the priest . Thou polished and high - finished foe to truth , Graybeard corrupter of our listening youth , To purge and skim away the filth of vice ...
... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorred the sacrifice , and cursed the priest . Thou polished and high - finished foe to truth , Graybeard corrupter of our listening youth , To purge and skim away the filth of vice ...
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... thine , My prayers and alms , imperfect and defiled , Nor hoped , but in thy righteousness divine : Were but the feeble efforts of a child ; Howe'er performed , it was their brightest part , That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
... thine , My prayers and alms , imperfect and defiled , Nor hoped , but in thy righteousness divine : Were but the feeble efforts of a child ; Howe'er performed , it was their brightest part , That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
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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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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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 — .
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.