Table talk, Truth, Expostulation, Hope, Charity, and other poems, Vydanie 352 |
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Strana 6
... perhaps , a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Lib'ral in all things else , yet nature here With stern severity deals out the year . Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer's ...
... perhaps , a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Lib'ral in all things else , yet nature here With stern severity deals out the year . Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer's ...
Strana 15
... Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there , Or having whelp'd a prologue with great pains , Feels himself spent , and fumbles for his brains ; A prologue interdash'd with many a stroke , An art ...
... Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there , Or having whelp'd a prologue with great pains , Feels himself spent , and fumbles for his brains ; A prologue interdash'd with many a stroke , An art ...
Strana 18
... Perhaps some courser , who disdains the road , Snuffs up the wind and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one , Short his career , indeed , but ably run . Churchill , himself unconscious of his pow'rs , In penury ...
... Perhaps some courser , who disdains the road , Snuffs up the wind and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one , Short his career , indeed , but ably run . Churchill , himself unconscious of his pow'rs , In penury ...
Strana 25
... perhaps as sweet . Will not the sickliest sheep of ev'ry flock Resort to this example as a rock , There stand and justify the foul abuse Of sabbath hours , with plausible excuse ? If apostolic gravity be free To play the fool on Sundays ...
... perhaps as sweet . Will not the sickliest sheep of ev'ry flock Resort to this example as a rock , There stand and justify the foul abuse Of sabbath hours , with plausible excuse ? If apostolic gravity be free To play the fool on Sundays ...
Strana 44
... perhaps your appetite should fail , And , if he but suspects a frown , turns pale ; Consults all day your int'rest and your ease , Richly rewarded if he can but please , And proud to make his firm attachment known , To save your life ...
... perhaps your appetite should fail , And , if he but suspects a frown , turns pale ; Consults all day your int'rest and your ease , Richly rewarded if he can but please , And proud to make his firm attachment known , To save your life ...
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Table talk, Truth, Expostulation, Hope, Charity, and other poems William Cowper Úplné zobrazenie - 1872 |
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amaranthine beams beneath bids blasphemy blest boast breast call'd charms courser dear deed deist delight design'd divine dream earth ease Edmonton ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy fast fear feel fire flow'rs folly form'd frown Gilpin give glory God's grace Greece hand happiness hast heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour int'rest JOHN CHILDS John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour land learn'd light lust lyre mankind mind muse nature never night nymph o'er once pain peace Pharisee pine-apples pity pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride prize prove race rest Rome sacred scene scorn Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song soul sound Stamp'd stand sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas verse virtue waste Whate'er wild wisdom youth zeal
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Strana 181 - Stop thief! stop thief !-a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before, That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town; Nor stopp'd till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Strana 174 - 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 180 - And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, "This shall be yours when you bring back My husband safe and well." 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 post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Strana 179 - Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke ! And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : I came because your horse would come ; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, They are upon the road.
Strana 180 - 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 galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Strana 196 - I pray you don't go ! Besides the man's poor, his orchard's his bread : Then think of his children, for they must be fed." "You speak very fine, and you look very grave, But apples we want, and apples we'll have ; If you will go with us, you shall have a share, If not, you shall have neither apple nor pear.
Strana 184 - 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 176 - He grasp'd the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Strana 50 - That field of promise, how it flings abroad Its odour o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul, reposing on assured relief, Feels herself happy amidst all her grief, Forgets her labour as she toils along, Weeps tears of joy, and bursts into a song.
Strana 172 - Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name ; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize. Harmony the path to fame. Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.