Cowper: The didactic poems of 1782 with selections from the minor pieces, A.D. 1779-1783Clarendon Press, 1874 |
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Strana xix
... live in the circle , in which he was wont to be welcomed and caressed . Now Cowper was a man of high family and connexions ; a man who , however shy amongst strangers , was never more com- pletely at his ease , than when enjoying ...
... live in the circle , in which he was wont to be welcomed and caressed . Now Cowper was a man of high family and connexions ; a man who , however shy amongst strangers , was never more com- pletely at his ease , than when enjoying ...
Strana xxv
... Lives of the Chancellors ' ) : and his descendant , the present Earl , pronounces it in the same way . 6 * See note on the Receipt of my Mother's Picture , ' 1. 108 ( vol . ii . p . 253 ) . Those who are curious in such matters may see ...
... Lives of the Chancellors ' ) : and his descendant , the present Earl , pronounces it in the same way . 6 * See note on the Receipt of my Mother's Picture , ' 1. 108 ( vol . ii . p . 253 ) . Those who are curious in such matters may see ...
Strana xxxix
... lives , who , but for the accident of their having been born in Hertfordshire or some other English county , might just as well be Americans , or Germans , or Frenchmen , for anything distinctive that they have in their character ...
... lives , who , but for the accident of their having been born in Hertfordshire or some other English county , might just as well be Americans , or Germans , or Frenchmen , for anything distinctive that they have in their character ...
Strana 14
... live , the courtly laureate pays His quitrent ode , his peppercorn of praise , I10 And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite ; A subject's faults a subject may proclaim , A monarch's errors ...
... live , the courtly laureate pays His quitrent ode , his peppercorn of praise , I10 And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite ; A subject's faults a subject may proclaim , A monarch's errors ...
Strana 41
... live yet ; One sad epistle thence , may cure mankind Of the plague spread by bundles left behind . ' Tis granted , and no plainer truth appears , Our most important are our earliest years ; The Mind , impressible and soft , with ease ...
... live yet ; One sad epistle thence , may cure mankind Of the plague spread by bundles left behind . ' Tis granted , and no plainer truth appears , Our most important are our earliest years ; The Mind , impressible and soft , with ease ...
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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...