The poetical works of William CowperGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1882 - 630 strán (strany) |
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Strana 34
... breath , And smothered in't at last , is praised to death . Yon cottager who weaves at her own door , Pillow and bobbins all her little store , Content though mean , and cheerful , if not gay , Shuffling her threads about the live ...
... breath , And smothered in't at last , is praised to death . Yon cottager who weaves at her own door , Pillow and bobbins all her little store , Content though mean , and cheerful , if not gay , Shuffling her threads about the live ...
Strana 56
... breath Sighs for his exit , vulgarly called death For he , with all his follies , has a mind Not yet so blank , or fashionably blind , But now and then perhaps a feeble ray Of distant wisdom shoots across his way , By which he reads ...
... breath Sighs for his exit , vulgarly called death For he , with all his follies , has a mind Not yet so blank , or fashionably blind , But now and then perhaps a feeble ray Of distant wisdom shoots across his way , By which he reads ...
Strana 72
... breath , A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death . The sable warrior , frantic with regret Of her he loves and never can forget , Loses in tears the far receding shore , But not the thought that they must meet no more ; Deprived of her ...
... breath , A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death . The sable warrior , frantic with regret Of her he loves and never can forget , Loses in tears the far receding shore , But not the thought that they must meet no more ; Deprived of her ...
Strana 83
... breath of age commits the fault , ' Tis nauseous as the vapour of a vault , So withered stumps disgrace the sylvan scene , No longer fruitful and no longer green , The sapless wood divested of the bark Grows fungous , and takes fire at ...
... breath of age commits the fault , ' Tis nauseous as the vapour of a vault , So withered stumps disgrace the sylvan scene , No longer fruitful and no longer green , The sapless wood divested of the bark Grows fungous , and takes fire at ...
Strana 84
William Cowper. Divert the champions prodigal of breath , And put the peaceably - disposed to death . Oh , thwart me not , Sir Soph . , at every turn , Nor carp at every flaw you may discern ; Though syllogisms hang not on my tongue , I ...
William Cowper. Divert the champions prodigal of breath , And put the peaceably - disposed to death . Oh , thwart me not , Sir Soph . , at every turn , Nor carp at every flaw you may discern ; Though syllogisms hang not on my tongue , I ...
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Strana 272 - OH ! for a closer walk with God ,A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Strana 297 - There if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Strana 213 - 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 290 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Strana 288 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : His truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set. Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Strana 200 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Strana 195 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuons eye, 'And smiling say —
Strana 405 - Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his...
Strana 333 - He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done, I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Strana 280 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.