The poetical works of William CowperGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1882 - 630 strán (strany) |
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... o'er life's narrow stage , Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings whom worship waits upon Obsequious , from the cradle to the throne , Before whose infant eyes the ...
... o'er life's narrow stage , Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings whom worship waits upon Obsequious , from the cradle to the throne , Before whose infant eyes the ...
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... Unchangeably connected with its cause , ) But Providence himself will intervene To throw his dark displeasure o'er the scene All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar , TABLE TALK . 9.
... Unchangeably connected with its cause , ) But Providence himself will intervene To throw his dark displeasure o'er the scene All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar , TABLE TALK . 9.
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... O'er all his thoughts , and swelled his easy sail . His books well trimmed and in the gayest style , Like regimented coxcombs rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves : The ...
... O'er all his thoughts , and swelled his easy sail . His books well trimmed and in the gayest style , Like regimented coxcombs rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves : The ...
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... o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul , reposing on assured relief , Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weep tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word that , like the ...
... o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul , reposing on assured relief , Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weep tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word that , like the ...
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... o'er every country sown , With none on earth that thou canst call thine own ; 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 ...
... o'er every country sown , With none on earth that thou canst call thine own ; 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 ...
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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.