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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Strana 7
... lost , In all , that wars against the title most ; What follows next let cities of great name , And regions long since desolate proclaim . Nineveh , Babylon , and ancient Rome , Speak to the present time , and times to come ; They cry ...
... lost , In all , that wars against the title most ; What follows next let cities of great name , And regions long since desolate proclaim . Nineveh , Babylon , and ancient Rome , Speak to the present time , and times to come ; They cry ...
Strana 18
... lost his interest here , And pardons are not sold as once they were , No papist more desirous to compound , T'han some grave sinners upon English ground . That plea refuted , other quirks they seek- Mercy is infinite , and man is weak ...
... lost his interest here , And pardons are not sold as once they were , No papist more desirous to compound , T'han some grave sinners upon English ground . That plea refuted , other quirks they seek- Mercy is infinite , and man is weak ...
Strana 19
... lost . Go - bid the winter cease to chill the year , Replace the wand'ring comet in his sphere , Then boast ( but wait for that unhoped - for hour ) The self - restoring arm of human power ; But what is man in his own proud esteem ...
... lost . Go - bid the winter cease to chill the year , Replace the wand'ring comet in his sphere , Then boast ( but wait for that unhoped - for hour ) The self - restoring arm of human power ; But what is man in his own proud esteem ...
Strana 20
... lost ? —she cries , Fallen from her glory , and too weak to rise ? Torpid and dull beneath a frozen zone , Has she no spark that may be deemed her own ? Grant her indebted to what zealots call Grace undeserved , yet surely not for all ...
... lost ? —she cries , Fallen from her glory , and too weak to rise ? Torpid and dull beneath a frozen zone , Has she no spark that may be deemed her own ? Grant her indebted to what zealots call Grace undeserved , yet surely not for all ...
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... lost , And thou thyself o'er country sown , | Cry aloud , thou that sittest in the dust , Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjust ; Knock at the gates of nations , rouse their fears Say wrath is coming , and the storm appears ; But ...
... lost , And thou thyself o'er country sown , | Cry aloud , thou that sittest in the dust , Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjust ; Knock at the gates of nations , rouse their fears Say wrath is coming , and the storm appears ; But ...
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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.