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 21
... truth none , in so flattering a change , but expect , when I least expect it , to wither again . The past is a pledge for the future . " And again , to the same : " I continue to write , though in compassion to my pate , you advised me ...
... truth none , in so flattering a change , but expect , when I least expect it , to wither again . The past is a pledge for the future . " And again , to the same : " I continue to write , though in compassion to my pate , you advised me ...
Strana 24
... truth is , that whatever I you all . I am much obliged to Mr. Bodham for his kindness to my Homer , and with my love to you all , and Mrs. Unwin's kind respects , am am , I love My dear , dear Rose , ever yours , W. C. " About this time ...
... truth is , that whatever I you all . I am much obliged to Mr. Bodham for his kindness to my Homer , and with my love to you all , and Mrs. Unwin's kind respects , am am , I love My dear , dear Rose , ever yours , W. C. " About this time ...
Strana 26
... truth , " he writes , " so unaccountably local in the use of the pen , that , like the man in the fable , who could only leap well at Rhodes , I seem incapable of writing at all , except at Weston . It has an air of snug concealment ...
... truth , " he writes , " so unaccountably local in the use of the pen , that , like the man in the fable , who could only leap well at Rhodes , I seem incapable of writing at all , except at Weston . It has an air of snug concealment ...
Strana 34
... Truth , Hope , and Charity , and touch'd with awe The solemn chords , and , with a trembling hand , Escap'd with pain from that advent ' rous flight , Now seek repose upon an humbler theme ; The theme , though humble , yet august and ...
... Truth , Hope , and Charity , and touch'd with awe The solemn chords , and , with a trembling hand , Escap'd with pain from that advent ' rous flight , Now seek repose upon an humbler theme ; The theme , though humble , yet august and ...
Strana 54
... truth matur'd . War and the chase engross the savage whole ; War follow'd for revenge or to supplant The envied tenants of some happier spot : The chase for sustenance , precarious trust ! His hard condition with severe constraint Binds ...
... truth matur'd . War and the chase engross the savage whole ; War follow'd for revenge or to supplant The envied tenants of some happier spot : The chase for sustenance , precarious trust ! His hard condition with severe constraint Binds ...
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.