The Poetical Works of William CowperH. G. Bohn, 1864 - 516 strán (strany) |
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... thine . crown A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe Will sneer , and charge you with a bribe . - B . A The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , [ bribe ? To lure me to the baseness of a lie . And of all lies ( be that one poet's ...
... thine . crown A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe Will sneer , and charge you with a bribe . - B . A The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , [ bribe ? To lure me to the baseness of a lie . And of all lies ( be that one poet's ...
Strana 10
... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and cursed the priest : Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Grey - beard corruptor of our listening youth , To purge and skim away the filth of ...
... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and cursed the priest : Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Grey - beard corruptor of our listening youth , To purge and skim away the filth of ...
Strana 16
... thine , Nor hoped but in thy righteousness divine : My prayers and alms , imperfect and defiled , 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 , Nor hoped but in thy righteousness divine : My prayers and alms , imperfect and defiled , Were but the feeble efforts of a child ; Howe'er perform'd , it was their brightest part , That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
Strana 19
... 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 coming , and the storm appears ; But raise the shrillest cry in British ...
... 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 coming , and the storm appears ; But raise the shrillest cry in British ...
Strana 20
... thine such ? Except a few with Eli's spirit blest , Hophni and Phineas may describe the rest . Where shall a teacher look in days like these , For ears and hearts that he can hope to please ? Look to the poor , -- the simple and the ...
... thine such ? Except a few with Eli's spirit blest , Hophni and Phineas may describe the rest . Where shall a teacher look in days like these , For ears and hearts that he can hope to please ? Look to the poor , -- the simple and the ...
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Strana 109 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Strana 42 - 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.
Strana 101 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Strana 52 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Strana 133 - That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. 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 139 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Strana 42 - 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 : My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Strana 108 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Strana 133 - Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) ; Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
Strana 80 - Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke ; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : I came because your horse would come ; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here — They are upon the road.