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 7
... scene , and on this hellish principle I burnt my prayers , and away went all my thoughts of devotion . " For ten years after being called to the bar , Cowper con- tinued to reside in the Temple , amusing himself with literature and ...
... scene , and on this hellish principle I burnt my prayers , and away went all my thoughts of devotion . " For ten years after being called to the bar , Cowper con- tinued to reside in the Temple , amusing himself with literature and ...
Strana 18
... scene that was acted at St. Alban's , opened upon me again at Olney , only covered by a still deeper shade of melancholy ; and ordained to be of much longer duration . I was suddenly reduced from my wonted rate of understanding , to an ...
... scene that was acted at St. Alban's , opened upon me again at Olney , only covered by a still deeper shade of melancholy ; and ordained to be of much longer duration . I was suddenly reduced from my wonted rate of understanding , to an ...
Strana 26
... scenes and strange objects , he complained , dissipated his powers of thinking , and composition , and even letter - writing became irksome to him . " I am , in truth , " he writes , " so unaccountably local in the use of the pen , that ...
... scenes and strange objects , he complained , dissipated his powers of thinking , and composition , and even letter - writing became irksome to him . " I am , in truth , " he writes , " so unaccountably local in the use of the pen , that ...
Strana 27
... scenes in nature ; he discovers what is most beautiful in ordinary scenes . His poetical eye and his moral heart detected beauty in the sandy flats of Buck- inghamshire . " ease . Another design , which he undertook , at the request of ...
... scenes in nature ; he discovers what is most beautiful in ordinary scenes . His poetical eye and his moral heart detected beauty in the sandy flats of Buck- inghamshire . " ease . Another design , which he undertook , at the request of ...
Strana 31
... scene , the attendant offering him a cordial , he rejected it , saying , " What can it signify ; " and these were the last words he was heard to utter . He died on the following morning , the 25th of April , 1800 . No one , it would ...
... scene , the attendant offering him a cordial , he rejected it , saying , " What can it signify ; " and these were the last words he was heard to utter . He died on the following morning , the 25th of April , 1800 . No one , it would ...
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.