Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a Sketch of His Life by John JohnsonPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - 785 strán (strany) |
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... tears The laurel that the very lightning spares ; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust , And eats into his bloody sword like rust . B. I grant , that men continuing what they are , Fierce , avaricious , proud , there must be war ...
... tears The laurel that the very lightning spares ; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust , And eats into his bloody sword like rust . B. I grant , that men continuing what they are , Fierce , avaricious , proud , there must be war ...
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... tear , Can call her smiling down , and fix her here But when a country , ( one that I could name , ) In prostitution sinks the sense of shame ; 415 When infamous Venality , grown bold , Writes on his bosom , To be let or sold ; When ...
... tear , Can call her smiling down , and fix her here But when a country , ( one that I could name , ) In prostitution sinks the sense of shame ; 415 When infamous Venality , grown bold , Writes on his bosom , To be let or sold ; When ...
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... tear shall scald thy memory ; The graces too , while Virtue at their shrine , Lay bleeding under that soft hand of thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and ...
... tear shall scald thy memory ; The graces too , while Virtue at their shrine , Lay bleeding under that soft hand of thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and ...
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... tears Channel her cheeks - a Niobe appears ! Is this a saint Throw tints and all away- 175 True Piety is cheerful as the day , Will weep indeed and heave a pitying groan For others ' woes , but smiles upon her own . What purpose has the ...
... tears Channel her cheeks - a Niobe appears ! Is this a saint Throw tints and all away- 175 True Piety is cheerful as the day , Will weep indeed and heave a pitying groan For others ' woes , but smiles upon her own . What purpose has the ...
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... tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like the polish'd share , Ploughs up the roots of a believer's care , 460 Kills , too , the flow'ry weeds , where'er they grow , That bind the sinner's Bacchanalian brow ...
... tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like the polish'd share , Ploughs up the roots of a believer's care , 460 Kills , too , the flow'ry weeds , where'er they grow , That bind the sinner's Bacchanalian brow ...
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Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a ... William Cowper Úplné zobrazenie - 1844 |
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beneath boast Bodham breast breath Cacus call'd charms Cowper death delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth Eartham ease East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly form'd friendship give glory grace groves hand happy hast Hayley hear heart Heav'n honour hope hour human John Gilpin John Throckmorton Joseph Hill labour lady Hesketh learn'd lyre magick mind muse musick nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once pain peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r prove publick rest rude sacred scene scorn seem'd shade shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound spirit Stamp'd stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wisdom worth youth
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Strana 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Strana 240 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Strana 182 - 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 ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Strana 183 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Strana 179 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Strana 252 - Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them ; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld ; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repell'd ; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried
Strana 251 - Atlantic billows roar'd, 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.
Strana 240 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain 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 postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Strana 184 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renew'd the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And...
Strana 120 - Terrestrial, in the vast and the minute, The unambiguous footsteps of the God Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing, And wheels His throne upon the rolling worlds.