Poems, Zväzok 1R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1818 |
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Strana viii
... truths , of which he received such deep and un- alterable impressions in his maturer years . His sa tire , if it may be ... truth , beauty , and influence of the religion of the Bible - a religion , which , how- ever discredited by the ...
... truths , of which he received such deep and un- alterable impressions in his maturer years . His sa tire , if it may be ... truth , beauty , and influence of the religion of the Bible - a religion , which , how- ever discredited by the ...
Strana xi
William Cowper. CONTENTS OF VOL . I. TABLE TALK Progress of Errour Truth Expostulation Hope Charity Conversation Retirement Page 24 47 67 91 116 · 137 - 166 192 195 196 197 The Yearly Distress , or Tithing Time at Stock in Essex Sonnet ...
William Cowper. CONTENTS OF VOL . I. TABLE TALK Progress of Errour Truth Expostulation Hope Charity Conversation Retirement Page 24 47 67 91 116 · 137 - 166 192 195 196 197 The Yearly Distress , or Tithing Time at Stock in Essex Sonnet ...
Strana 10
... truth , whate'er we call A blessing - freedom is the pledge of all . O Liberty ! the pris'ner's pleasing dream , The poet's muse , his passion , and his theme ; Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ...
... truth , whate'er we call A blessing - freedom is the pledge of all . O Liberty ! the pris'ner's pleasing dream , The poet's muse , his passion , and his theme ; Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ...
Strana 14
... truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and Justice marks the date , For long - forbearing Clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd , th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and down comes the thunderbolt . If Mercy then put by ...
... truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and Justice marks the date , For long - forbearing Clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd , th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and down comes the thunderbolt . If Mercy then put by ...
Strana 17
... truth cut short to make a period round , I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse , Than caper in the morris - dance of verse . B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit , And some wits flag through fear of losing it . Give me the line ...
... truth cut short to make a period round , I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse , Than caper in the morris - dance of verse . B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit , And some wits flag through fear of losing it . Give me the line ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charms courser deeds delight design'd divine docet dream e'en earth Edmonton errour ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown Gilpin give glory GLOW-WORM God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour INNER TEMPLE int'rest JOHN GILPIN joys land light lov'd lust lyre magick mankind mercy mind muse musick Nature never night nymph o'er once opticks pain peace pharisee pity pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove publick rais'd Rome sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom wrath zeal
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Strana 276 - 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 scream'd, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Strana 273 - 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 187 - I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet.
Strana 199 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair.
Strana 274 - That's well said ; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kissed his loving wife ; O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was...
Strana 276 - Fair and softly." John he cried ; But John he cried in vain: That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Strana 198 - 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 ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Strana 279 - 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 237 - Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights, (I ask;) Me from my delights to sever, Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion, Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
Strana 282 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...