PoemsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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Strana 14
... o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings , whom Worship waits upon , Obsequious from the cradle to the throne ; Before whose infant eyes the flatt ...
... o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings , whom Worship waits upon , Obsequious from the cradle to the throne ; Before whose infant eyes the flatt ...
Strana 22
... ( A dire effect , by one of Nature's laws , Urchangeably connected with its cause ; ) But Frovidence himself will intervene , 440 To throw his dark displeasure o'er the scene 445 All are his instruments ; each form of war , TABLE TALK .
... ( A dire effect , by one of Nature's laws , Urchangeably connected with its cause ; ) But Frovidence himself will intervene , 440 To throw his dark displeasure o'er the scene 445 All are his instruments ; each form of war , TABLE TALK .
Strana 60
... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail : 420 His books well trimm'd and in the gayest style Like regimented coxcombs rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves : The ...
... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail : 420 His books well trimm'd and in the gayest style Like regimented coxcombs rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves : The ...
Strana 61
... o'er the Christian's thorny road ' The sou , reposing on assur'd relief , 455 Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that ...
... o'er the Christian's thorny road ' The sou , reposing on assur'd relief , 455 Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that ...
Strana 72
... o'er ev'ry country sown , 265 With none in earth that thou canst call thine own ; Cry aloud , thou , that sittest in the dust , Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjust ; Knock at the gates of nations , rouse their fears ; Say wrath is ...
... o'er ev'ry country sown , 265 With none in earth that thou canst call thine own ; Cry aloud , thou , that sittest in the dust , Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjust ; Knock at the gates of nations , rouse their fears ; Say wrath is ...
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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!