The Poetical Works of William CowperW. Smith, 1839 - 516 strán (strany) |
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Strana xxiii
... SOUL TO THE POINT OF SELF - RENUNCIATION AND ABSOLUTE ACQUIESCENCE ib . A CHILD OF GOD LONGING TO SEE HIM BELOVED 200 ASPIRATIONS OF THE SOUL AFTER GOD ib . ib . GRATITUDE AND LOVE TO GOD HAPPY SOLITUDE - UNHAPPY MEN LIVING WATER TRUTH ...
... SOUL TO THE POINT OF SELF - RENUNCIATION AND ABSOLUTE ACQUIESCENCE ib . A CHILD OF GOD LONGING TO SEE HIM BELOVED 200 ASPIRATIONS OF THE SOUL AFTER GOD ib . ib . GRATITUDE AND LOVE TO GOD HAPPY SOLITUDE - UNHAPPY MEN LIVING WATER TRUTH ...
Strana 4
... soul ; But if authority grow wanton , woe To him that treads upon his free - born toe ! One step beyond the boundary of the laws Fires him at once in freedom's glorious cause . Thus proud prerogative , not much revered , Is seldom felt ...
... soul ; But if authority grow wanton , woe To him that treads upon his free - born toe ! One step beyond the boundary of the laws Fires him at once in freedom's glorious cause . Thus proud prerogative , not much revered , Is seldom felt ...
Strana 6
... soul into the dawning plan . Hence , in a Roman mouth , the graceful name Of prophet and of poet was the same ; Hence British poets too the priesthood shared , And every hallow'd druid was a bard . But no prophetic fires to me belong ...
... soul into the dawning plan . Hence , in a Roman mouth , the graceful name Of prophet and of poet was the same ; Hence British poets too the priesthood shared , And every hallow'd druid was a bard . But no prophetic fires to me belong ...
Strana 8
... soul a treacherous fire ; While , all his purposes and steps to guard , Peace follows virtue as its sure reward , And pleasure brings as surely in her train , Remorse and sorrow and vindictive pain . Man , thus endued with an elective ...
... soul a treacherous fire ; While , all his purposes and steps to guard , Peace follows virtue as its sure reward , And pleasure brings as surely in her train , Remorse and sorrow and vindictive pain . Man , thus endued with an elective ...
Strana 16
... 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 . But the same word that , like the polish'd share , Ploughs up the roots ...
... 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 . But the same word that , like the polish'd share , Ploughs up the roots ...
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Achaians Achilles ADAM Agamemnon Ajax Antilochus arms Asius Atreus Atrides Behold beneath boast bosom brave breast breath bright call'd chariot charms chief coursers dear death Deiphobus delight Diomede divine dread dream earth Eurypylus eyes fair faith fame fear feel fill'd fire flowers form'd fruit give glory grace Greece Greecians Greeks hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hector honour hope host Idomeneus Ilium Jove king labour light live Lord LUCIFER Lycian Menelaus mind muse never night nymphs o'er once pain Pallas pass'd Patroclus peace Peleus pleasure praise prayer Priam prove rest scene seek seem'd shalt shine sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul spear steeds stream sweet tears Telamonian Ajax Teucer thee thine thou art thou hast thought toil trembling Trojans Troy truth Tydeus verse virtue voice wind youth
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Strana 110 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Strana 161 - I heard the bell toll'd 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.
Strana 52 - 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 59 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd 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.
Strana 138 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Strana 165 - 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 110 - 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 109 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...
Strana 135 - Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be : — Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me...
Strana 52 - 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. Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of...