Poems. With a Biographical and Critical Introduction by the Rev. Thomas Dale: And 75 Illustrations, Zväzok 1Tilt and Bogue, 1841 |
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Strana xvii
... poor boy ! —the natural effect Of love by absence chill'd into respect . Say , what accomplishments , at school acquired , Brings he , to sweeten fruits so undesired ? Thou well deservest an alienated son , Unless thy conscious heart ...
... poor boy ! —the natural effect Of love by absence chill'd into respect . Say , what accomplishments , at school acquired , Brings he , to sweeten fruits so undesired ? Thou well deservest an alienated son , Unless thy conscious heart ...
Strana xxix
... poor cottage , where ( it being im- possible to remove him ) he died , on Thursday evening . I heard his dying groans , the effect of great agony , for he was a strong man , and much convulsed in his last moments . The few short ...
... poor cottage , where ( it being im- possible to remove him ) he died , on Thursday evening . I heard his dying groans , the effect of great agony , for he was a strong man , and much convulsed in his last moments . The few short ...
Strana xxxviii
... Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset by every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay : Undaunted still , though wearied and perplex'd , Once ...
... Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset by every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay : Undaunted still , though wearied and perplex'd , Once ...
Strana xl
... poor is treason against God . Calls Nature from her ivy - mantled den , And softens human rockwork into men . ... Folly ends where genuine hope begins , And he that finds his heaven must lose his sins ; He has no hope that never had a ...
... poor is treason against God . Calls Nature from her ivy - mantled den , And softens human rockwork into men . ... Folly ends where genuine hope begins , And he that finds his heaven must lose his sins ; He has no hope that never had a ...
Strana lxx
... Poor Africans 261 The Morning Dream 263 · The Nightingale and Glow - worm 265 On a Goldfinch starved to Death in his Cage 266 The Pine - apple and the Bee 267 Horace , Book 11. Ode x . 268 A Reflection on the foregoing Ode 270 The Lily ...
... Poor Africans 261 The Morning Dream 263 · The Nightingale and Glow - worm 265 On a Goldfinch starved to Death in his Cage 266 The Pine - apple and the Bee 267 Horace , Book 11. Ode x . 268 A Reflection on the foregoing Ode 270 The Lily ...
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Poems. With a Biographical and Critical Introduction by the Rev ..., Zväzok 1 William Cowper Úplné zobrazenie - 1841 |
Poems. With a Biographical and Critical Introduction by the Rev ..., Zväzok 1 William Cowper Úplné zobrazenie - 1841 |
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK ALLAN CUNNINGHAM beauty beneath bids blank verse boast call'd charms Christian Cowper dark dear delight despair divine dread dream e'en earth eyes fancy fatal egg fear feel fire folly form'd frown genius give glory God's grace hand happy hast heart Heaven heavenly hope hour Iliad John Gilpin labours Lady Hesketh land learn'd light Lord lust mankind mercy mind muse nations hunt Nature never night o'er Olney Hymns once peace pity pleasure poem poet poet's poetry powers from Hell praise pride prove ride Pegasus sacred scene scorn Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song sorrow soul Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought tongue truth Unwin verse virtue waste Westminster School Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom woes wrath youth zeal
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Strana 206 - I'is easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace ; Absence of occupation is not rest ; A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
Strana 221 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, — I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Strana 222 - Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, — do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Strana 64 - Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true A. truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Strana 262 - The songster heard his short oration, And warbling out his approbation, Released him, as my story tells, And found a supper somewhere else. Hence jarring sectaries may learn Their real interest to discern; That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other; But sing and shine by sweet consent, Till life's poor transient night is spent, Respecting in each other's case The gifts of nature and of grace. Those Christians best deserve the name, Who studiously make peace their aim...
Strana 256 - 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 xii - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
Strana 223 - Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left. No braver chief could Albion boast Than he with whom he went, Nor ever ship left Albion's coast With warmer wishes sent.
Strana 220 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Strana xv - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.