PoemsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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Strana 13
... thine ! 80 A. Guard what you say ; the patriotick tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , 85 To lure me to the baseness of a lie ; And , of all lies , ( be that one poet's ...
... thine ! 80 A. Guard what you say ; the patriotick tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , 85 To lure me to the baseness of a lie ; And , of all lies , ( be that one poet's ...
Strana 18
... thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroick song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . 275 280 285 290 Place me where Winter breathes his keenest ...
... thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroick song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . 275 280 285 290 Place me where Winter breathes his keenest ...
Strana 36
... 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 . 150 155 Pastime and business both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they ...
... 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 . 150 155 Pastime and business both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they ...
Strana 41
... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and high finish'd foe to truth , Graybeard corrupter of our list'ning youth , fo purge and skim away the filth of vice ...
... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and high finish'd foe to truth , Graybeard corrupter of our list'ning youth , fo purge and skim away the filth of vice ...
Strana 64
... thine , 575 Nor hop'd , but in thy righteousness divine : My pray'rs and alms , imperfect and defil'd , Were but the feeble efforts of a child ; Howe'er perform'd , it was their brightest part That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
... thine , 575 Nor hop'd , but in thy righteousness divine : My pray'rs and alms , imperfect and defil'd , Were but the feeble efforts of a child ; Howe'er perform'd , it was their brightest part That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
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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!