PoemsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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Strana 13
... boast , ) The lie that flatters I abhor the most . Those arts be theirs , who hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to fain . 90 A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown address'd , Seems to imply a censure on the rest ...
... boast , ) The lie that flatters I abhor the most . Those arts be theirs , who hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to fain . 90 A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown address'd , Seems to imply a censure on the rest ...
Strana 20
... , though wearied and perplex'd , Once Chatham sav'd thee ; but who saves thee next ? Alas ! the tide of pleasure sweeps along All , that should be the boast of British song . ' Tis not the wreath , that once adorn'd thy 20 TABLE TALK .
... , though wearied and perplex'd , Once Chatham sav'd thee ; but who saves thee next ? Alas ! the tide of pleasure sweeps along All , that should be the boast of British song . ' Tis not the wreath , that once adorn'd thy 20 TABLE TALK .
Strana 59
... boast some rich ones whom the Gospel sways , And one who wears a coronet , and prays ; Like gleanings of an olive tree they show Here and there one upon the topmost bough . How readily upon the Gospel plan , That question has its answer ...
... boast some rich ones whom the Gospel sways , And one who wears a coronet , and prays ; Like gleanings of an olive tree they show Here and there one upon the topmost bough . How readily upon the Gospel plan , That question has its answer ...
Strana 64
... boasting heard no more ? That self - renouncing wisdom learn'd before , Had shed immortal glories on your brow , That all your virtues cannot purchase now . All joy to the believer ! He can speak― Trembling , yet happy ; confident , yet ...
... boasting heard no more ? That self - renouncing wisdom learn'd before , Had shed immortal glories on your brow , That all your virtues cannot purchase now . All joy to the believer ! He can speak― Trembling , yet happy ; confident , yet ...
Strana 80
... boast . Kneel now , and lay thy forehead in the dust ; Blush if thou canst ; not petrified , thou must ; Act but an honest and a faithful part ; Compare what then thou wast with what thou art ; And God's disposing providence confess'd ...
... boast . Kneel now , and lay thy forehead in the dust ; Blush if thou canst ; not petrified , thou must ; Act but an honest and a faithful part ; Compare what then thou wast with what thou art ; And God's disposing providence confess'd ...
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beauty beneath boast breast breath call'd cause charms Cowper daugh dear death delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth Eartham ease East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd give glory grace groves hand Happisburgh happy hast Hayley heart Heav'n honour hope human John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour lady Hesketh learn'd lyre magick mind mounted best muse musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newport Pagnel night nymphs o'er once pain pass'd peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r proud prove publick rest sacred scene scorn seem'd shade shine shore sight skies smile song soon soul sound spirit stamp'd stream sweet taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Strana 181 - 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 237 - 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 239 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Strana 181 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child; chase all thy fears away!
Strana 112 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Strana 251 - 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 184 - O the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me.
Strana 179 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more.
Strana 236 - 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 gall'd him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Strana 235 - 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. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, The wine is left behind!