Poems of William Cowper, Esq., with a New Memoir: Compiled from Johnson, Southey and Other SourcesUriah Hunt, 1846 - 284 strán (strany) |
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... hold that rank among the translated classics , which he and his friends expected it would estab- lish for itself , it was , at the time , well received , its merits as a faithful version were allowed ; and on settling with his ...
... hold that rank among the translated classics , which he and his friends expected it would estab- lish for itself , it was , at the time , well received , its merits as a faithful version were allowed ; and on settling with his ...
Strana 49
... hold her cards , But cannot play them , borrows a friend's hand , To deal and shuffle , to divide and sort Her mingled suits and sequences ; and sits , Spectatress both and spectacle , a sad And silent cypher , while her proxy plays ...
... hold her cards , But cannot play them , borrows a friend's hand , To deal and shuffle , to divide and sort Her mingled suits and sequences ; and sits , Spectatress both and spectacle , a sad And silent cypher , while her proxy plays ...
Strana 59
... holds out to all , should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves ? Possess ye , therefore , ye who , borne about In chariots and sedans , know no fatigue But that of idleness , and taste no scenes But such as art ...
... holds out to all , should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves ? Possess ye , therefore , ye who , borne about In chariots and sedans , know no fatigue But that of idleness , and taste no scenes But such as art ...
Strana 66
... hold thee fast Freedom ! whom they that lose thee so regret , That e'en a judgment , making way for thee , Seems in ... holds , Or make his house his grave : nor so content , Shall counterfeit the motions of the flood , And drown him in ...
... hold thee fast Freedom ! whom they that lose thee so regret , That e'en a judgment , making way for thee , Seems in ... holds , Or make his house his grave : nor so content , Shall counterfeit the motions of the flood , And drown him in ...
Strana 71
... hold them fast , And force them sit , till he has pencil'd off A faithful likeness of the forms he views ; Then to dispose his copies with such art , That each may find its most propitious light , Apd shine by situation , hardly less ...
... hold them fast , And force them sit , till he has pencil'd off A faithful likeness of the forms he views ; Then to dispose his copies with such art , That each may find its most propitious light , Apd shine by situation , hardly less ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
amused beauty beneath bird boast Bodham breath cause charms Cowper dear death delight distant divine dream e'en earth Eartham ease Edmonton ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fear feed feel flow'rs folly form'd fountain of eternal Gilpin gives glory grace groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Gilpin labour Lady Austen Lady Hesketh learn'd less live Lord Chancellor lost lov'd lyre mercy Mighty winds mind nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newton night o'er Olney once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise press'd rapture ROYAL GEORGE rude rural scene seek seem'd shine sleep sloth smile smooth Sofa soft song soon soul sound Southampton Row Southey spaniel spirits sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin virtue wash'd weary WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom worth
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Strana 226 - 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 71 - There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Strana 73 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, ** Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, ** And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture ; much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, ** And tender in...
Strana 244 - 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. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Strana 210 - 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 214 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! Tis for a thousand pound...
Strana 38 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Strana 215 - to tarry there, For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew Shot by an archer strong, So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song.
Strana 265 - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! hast reach'd the shore ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.
Strana 213 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.