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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Strana 9
... lost the words ; and he therefore concluded , in unspeakable agony , that he had committed the unpardonable sin . At length , he became a raving madman , and his friends now placed him at St. Albans , under the care of Dr. Cotton , a ...
... lost the words ; and he therefore concluded , in unspeakable agony , that he had committed the unpardonable sin . At length , he became a raving madman , and his friends now placed him at St. Albans , under the care of Dr. Cotton , a ...
Strana 18
... to an almost childish imbe- cility . I did not , indeed , lose my senses , but I lost the wer to exercise them . I could return a rational answer , even to a difficult question ; but a question was 18 MEMOIR OF COWPER .
... to an almost childish imbe- cility . I did not , indeed , lose my senses , but I lost the wer to exercise them . I could return a rational answer , even to a difficult question ; but a question was 18 MEMOIR OF COWPER .
Strana 20
... believe to be final ; and she seeking his return to me in the path of duty , and by continual prayer . " This was his constant and abiding impression ; -and so constant was it , that in time , it lost something of 20 MEMOIR OF COWPER .
... believe to be final ; and she seeking his return to me in the path of duty , and by continual prayer . " This was his constant and abiding impression ; -and so constant was it , that in time , it lost something of 20 MEMOIR OF COWPER .
Strana 21
... lost something of its gloomy effect on his spirits . Scott , in his Demonology , narrates the case of a man , who was so constantly attended by a frightful spectral illusion , that from the effect of custom , he came at last to speak of ...
... lost something of its gloomy effect on his spirits . Scott , in his Demonology , narrates the case of a man , who was so constantly attended by a frightful spectral illusion , that from the effect of custom , he came at last to speak of ...
Strana 44
... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to its topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
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.