Cowper: The didactic poems of 1782 with selections from the minor pieces, A.D. 1779-1783Clarendon Press, 1874 |
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Strana xvii
... perhaps there may be an apparent resemblance , because at the same time that I have not imitated , I have not affectedly differed . ' There speaks the Man ! No im.tation : no affec- tation . ' Cowper was far too manly for either . The ...
... perhaps there may be an apparent resemblance , because at the same time that I have not imitated , I have not affectedly differed . ' There speaks the Man ! No im.tation : no affec- tation . ' Cowper was far too manly for either . The ...
Strana xxiii
... perhaps make use of him ( so far as there is any utility in him ) , and may even pet him ; -but it is as she might pet her lap - dog . In pro- portion to the nobility of their own nature , women are ex- acting in their demands and ...
... perhaps make use of him ( so far as there is any utility in him ) , and may even pet him ; -but it is as she might pet her lap - dog . In pro- portion to the nobility of their own nature , women are ex- acting in their demands and ...
Strana xxvi
... perhaps no single word would more aptly designate it than sympathy . He most truly shews himself to be a gentleman , in the mutual relations of man with man , who is best enabled by nature and practice to place himself en rapport with ...
... perhaps no single word would more aptly designate it than sympathy . He most truly shews himself to be a gentleman , in the mutual relations of man with man , who is best enabled by nature and practice to place himself en rapport with ...
Strana xxxvi
... perhaps somewhat roystering merriment of the Templar , holding his own with the most brilliant wits in London at the ' Nonsense Club . ' And we mark it still , when sickness had done its worst , and religion had done its best for him ...
... perhaps somewhat roystering merriment of the Templar , holding his own with the most brilliant wits in London at the ' Nonsense Club . ' And we mark it still , when sickness had done its worst , and religion had done its best for him ...
Strana xl
... Perhaps the remark may be allowed - if it be not thought to savour somewhat too rankly of our insular self - esteem - that in showing Cowper to have been emphatically a Man , we have gone far towards proving that he was thoroughly ...
... Perhaps the remark may be allowed - if it be not thought to savour somewhat too rankly of our insular self - esteem - that in showing Cowper to have been emphatically a Man , we have gone far towards proving that he was thoroughly ...
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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...