Life and works of William Cowper, Zväzok 6

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Saunders and Otley, 1836
 

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Strana xlvii - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !" The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Strana xlvii - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But...
Strana 210 - Tis 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 xx - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, 30 And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Strana 259 - And manifold results, into the will And arbitration wise of the Supreme. Did not his eye rule all things, and intend The least of our concerns, (since from the least The greatest oft originate) could chance Find place in his dominion, or dispose One lawless particle to thwart his plan, Then God might be surprised, and unforeseen Contingence might alarm him, and disturb The smooth and equal course of his affairs.
Strana 214 - I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet.
Strana 265 - I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life Coincident exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
Strana xlii - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown : No traveller ever reached that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briars in his road.
Strana 122 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropped upon his Bible was sincere ; Assailed by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was, a blameless life : And he that forged, and he that threw the dart. Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Strana xvii - But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles, screaming loud, The jay, the pie, and e'en the boding owl, That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.

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