Cowper's Minor PoemsJ. Sharpe, 1825 |
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Strana 13
... lost so long , I will obey , not willingly alone , But gladly as the precept were her own : And , while that face renews my filial grief , Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream ...
... lost so long , I will obey , not willingly alone , But gladly as the precept were her own : And , while that face renews my filial grief , Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream ...
Strana 16
... lost , And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosperous course . Yet O the thought , that thou art safe , and he ! The thought is joy , arrive what may to me . * Garth . My boast is not , that I ...
... lost , And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosperous course . Yet O the thought , that thou art safe , and he ! The thought is joy , arrive what may to me . * Garth . My boast is not , that I ...
Strana 41
... lost its beauties and its powers . The saint or moralist should tread This moss - grown alley musing slow ; They seek like me the secret shade , But not like me to nourish woe ! Me fruitful scenes and prospects waste Alike admonish not ...
... lost its beauties and its powers . The saint or moralist should tread This moss - grown alley musing slow ; They seek like me the secret shade , But not like me to nourish woe ! Me fruitful scenes and prospects waste Alike admonish not ...
Strana 42
... superior strength , Man vainly trusts his own . But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast : The breath of Heaven must swell the sail , Or all the toil is lost . A COMPARISON . THE lapse of time and rivers is 42.
... superior strength , Man vainly trusts his own . But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast : The breath of Heaven must swell the sail , Or all the toil is lost . A COMPARISON . THE lapse of time and rivers is 42.
Strana 82
... lost . Your sea of troubles you have pass'd , And found the peaceful shore ; I , tempest - toss'd and wreck'd at last , Come home to port no more . TO THE REV . W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN . UNWIN , I should but ill repay The kindness of a ...
... lost . Your sea of troubles you have pass'd , And found the peaceful shore ; I , tempest - toss'd and wreck'd at last , Come home to port no more . TO THE REV . W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN . UNWIN , I should but ill repay The kindness of a ...
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Cowper's Minor Poems. [With Plates After Richard Westall.], Zväzok 1 William Cowper Úplné zobrazenie - 1825 |
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK Aspasio beneath bird bless'd blow boast bosom call'd Catharina charms cried dear death declension delight design'd divine dream dwell e'en earth ease Edmonton eyes fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship GEORGE ROMNEY GLOWWORM grace happy hear heard heart Heaven honour John Gilpin JOHN SHARPE JOSEPH HILL knew LADY learn'd length life's light live Mary mind MINOR POEMS Muses ne'er neighbour never night NOSEGAY numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace PINEAPPLE pleasure poet poet's PORTBURY praise prove rest RICHARD WESTALL rose scene seem'd shine shore side sight sing skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound spare Stamp'd storm sweet tear tell thee theme thine Thou hast thought THRACIAN Throckmorton toil treasure truth Twas verse voice waste Whate'er WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wing wish wonder youth
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Strana 89 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, " The wine is left behind ! " " Good lack ! " quoth he ; " yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Strana 96 - Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Strana 14 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Strana 95 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Strana 53 - The twentieth year is well-nigh past, Since first our sky was overcast ; Ah would that this might be the last ! My Mary ! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — 'Twas my distress that brought thee low. My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disus'd, and shine no more, My Mary...
Strana 90 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak well brushed and neat He manfully did throw.
Strana 54 - 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 12 - Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard and stronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings Ere you proudly question ours ! PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Strana 49 - 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.
Strana 92 - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...