Cowper: The didactic poems of 1782 with selections from the minor pieces, A.D. 1779-1783Clarendon Press, 1874 |
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Strana 14
... into state , 120 125 And Death awakens from that dream too late . Oh ! if Servility with supple knees , Whose trade it is to smile , to crouch , to please ; If smooth Dissimulation , skilled to grace A devil's purpose 14 TABLE TALK .
... into state , 120 125 And Death awakens from that dream too late . Oh ! if Servility with supple knees , Whose trade it is to smile , to crouch , to please ; If smooth Dissimulation , skilled to grace A devil's purpose 14 TABLE TALK .
Strana 16
... dreaming study and pedantic rust , 170 And prate and preach about what others prove , As if the world and they were hand and glove . Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares , They have their weight to carry , subjects theirs ...
... dreaming study and pedantic rust , 170 And prate and preach about what others prove , As if the world and they were hand and glove . Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares , They have their weight to carry , subjects theirs ...
Strana 19
... dream , The poet's muse , his passion , and his theme ; Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it ...
... dream , The poet's muse , his passion , and his theme ; Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it ...
Strana 35
... dream , Yours real , and pernicious in the extreme . What then ! -are appetites and lusts laid down 95 100 With the same ease that man puts on his gown ? Will Avarice and Concupiscence give place , Charmed by the sounds , ' Your ...
... dream , Yours real , and pernicious in the extreme . What then ! -are appetites and lusts laid down 95 100 With the same ease that man puts on his gown ? Will Avarice and Concupiscence give place , Charmed by the sounds , ' Your ...
Strana 40
... dream , Caught in a delicate , soft , silken net , By some lewd earl , or rakehell baronet ; Ye pimps , who , under virtue's fair pretence , Steal to the closet of young innocence , And teach her , unexperienced yet and green , To ...
... dream , Caught in a delicate , soft , silken net , By some lewd earl , or rakehell baronet ; Ye pimps , who , under virtue's fair pretence , Steal to the closet of young innocence , And teach her , unexperienced yet and green , To ...
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Admiral arms Ben Jonson beneath blessings boast born British charms cheer Christian Cowper delight divine dream Duke of Cumberland earth EDWARD THURLOW England English eyes Fancy fcap fear feel fire flags of France folly Gilpin give glory GLOWWORM God's Gordon Riots grace hand happiness hast heart Heaven hope hour Hyder Ali John Gilpin joys Julius Cæsar King land learned light Lord mankind Martin Madan mind Muse Nature never Newton night Nose o'er once peace Pembroke College pleasure poem poet poet's poetry praise pride prove Religion rhyme Rome sacred scene scorn seems sense shine skies smile song soul stand sweet Task taste thee theme thine thou thought tongue truth Unwin verse virtue whate'er Whig William Cowper wisdom woes word writes wrote ΙΟ
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Strana 178 - 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 228 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Strana 177 - 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. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, — I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Strana 8 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them." Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how), He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes : But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave., solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but — " That, whenever the...
Strana 178 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! 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.
Strana 186 - 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 182 - Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name, Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Strana 126 - Discourse may want an animated — No, To brush the surface, and to make it flow ; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease. The mark, at which my juster aim I take, Is contradiction for its own dear sake.
Strana xlii - Unmixed with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of Virtue ; in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
Strana 211 - Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed, On Circe's island fell. (Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun, whose charmed cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a grovelling swine...