The Works of Cowper and Thomson: Including Many Letters and Poems Never Before Published in this Country : with a New and Interesting Memoir of the Life of ThomsonLippincott, Grambo & Company, 1851 - 537 strán (strany) |
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... attends with gracious aid ; Bids equity throughout his works prevail , And weighs the nations in an even scale ; He ... attending curl the streams : The peasants urge their harvest , ply the fork With double toil , and shiver at their ...
... attends with gracious aid ; Bids equity throughout his works prevail , And weighs the nations in an even scale ; He ... attending curl the streams : The peasants urge their harvest , ply the fork With double toil , and shiver at their ...
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... attend her in her way . Virtue indeed meets many a rhyming friend , And many a compliment politely penned ; But unattired in that becoming vest Religion weaves for her , and half undrest , Stands in the desert , shivering and forlorn ...
... attend her in her way . Virtue indeed meets many a rhyming friend , And many a compliment politely penned ; But unattired in that becoming vest Religion weaves for her , and half undrest , Stands in the desert , shivering and forlorn ...
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... attend him there : In vain ; the slave of arrogance and pride : He has no hearing on the prudent side . His still refuted quirks he still repeats ; New raised objections with new quibbles meets ; Till sinking in the quicksand he defends ...
... attend him there : In vain ; the slave of arrogance and pride : He has no hearing on the prudent side . His still refuted quirks he still repeats ; New raised objections with new quibbles meets ; Till sinking in the quicksand he defends ...
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... attend - your brushes and your paint- Produce them - take a chair - now draw a saint . Oh sorrowful and sad ! the streaming tears Channel her cheeks - a Niobe appears ! Is this a saint ? Throw tints and all away- True piety is cheerful ...
... attend - your brushes and your paint- Produce them - take a chair - now draw a saint . Oh sorrowful and sad ! the streaming tears Channel her cheeks - a Niobe appears ! Is this a saint ? Throw tints and all away- True piety is cheerful ...
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... attend , The poor are near at hand , the charge is small , A slight gratuity atones for all . For though the pope has lost his interest here , And pardons are not sold as once they were , No papist more desirous to compound , T'han some ...
... attend , The poor are near at hand , the charge is small , A slight gratuity atones for all . For though the pope has lost his interest here , And pardons are not sold as once they were , No papist more desirous to compound , T'han some ...
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The Works of Cowper and Thomson: Including Many Letters and Poems Never ... William Cowper Úplné zobrazenie - 1832 |
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Æsop Beau marked beauty beneath better blessing boast cause charms Christian COWPER dear cousin DEAR FRIEND death delight divine dream e'en earth ease eyes fair faith fancy favour fear feel flowers folly give glory grace hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour human Huntingdon John Gilpin JOHN NEWTON JOSEPH HILL labour LADY least less live Lord lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never numbers nymph o'er Olney once pain peace perhaps pleased pleasure poet poor praise prove reason rest scene scorn Scripture seems shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound sure sweet taste thee theme thine thing thou thought toil true truth Twas verse Vincent Bourne virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY WILLIAM UNWIN wind wisdom wish wonder worth youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 61 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Strana 123 - Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
Strana 130 - 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.
Strana 90 - Knowledge and Wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connexion. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared, and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.
Strana 150 - But ah ! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary ! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary ! W.
Strana 94 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Strana 87 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Strana 110 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more.
Strana 44 - Of blackening pines, aye waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Strana 131 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.