Poems, with a memoir of the author1847 |
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Strana 3
... fruits of talents misdirected , and of prudence disre- garded . That our Author's life was overclouded with mental afflictions , the sequel will too truly prove ; but the all - prevailing practice of over - colouring the evils of life ...
... fruits of talents misdirected , and of prudence disre- garded . That our Author's life was overclouded with mental afflictions , the sequel will too truly prove ; but the all - prevailing practice of over - colouring the evils of life ...
Strana 20
... trust , is now nearly approaching . The dawn , the presage of returning day , is already arrived . He is again enabled to resume his pen , and some of the first fruits of his recovery are here presented to the 20 PREFACE .
... trust , is now nearly approaching . The dawn , the presage of returning day , is already arrived . He is again enabled to resume his pen , and some of the first fruits of his recovery are here presented to the 20 PREFACE .
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William Cowper. first fruits of his recovery are here presented to the pub- lic . In his principal subjects the same acumen which distinguished him in the early period of life is hap- pily employed in illustrating and enforcing the ...
William Cowper. first fruits of his recovery are here presented to the pub- lic . In his principal subjects the same acumen which distinguished him in the early period of life is hap- pily employed in illustrating and enforcing the ...
Strana 38
... fruit of all her labour is whipp'd cream . As if an eagle flew aloft , and then- Stoop'd from its highest pitch to pounce a wren . As if the poet , purposing to wed , Should carve himself a wife in gingerbread . Ages elapsed ere Homer's ...
... fruit of all her labour is whipp'd cream . As if an eagle flew aloft , and then- Stoop'd from its highest pitch to pounce a wren . As if the poet , purposing to wed , Should carve himself a wife in gingerbread . Ages elapsed ere Homer's ...
Strana 48
... fruit , though fair , tempts only to destroy Remorse , the fatal egg by Pleasure laid In every bosom where her nest is made , Hatch'd by the beams of Truth , denies him rest , And proves a raging scorpion in his breast , No pleasure ...
... fruit , though fair , tempts only to destroy Remorse , the fatal egg by Pleasure laid In every bosom where her nest is made , Hatch'd by the beams of Truth , denies him rest , And proves a raging scorpion in his breast , No pleasure ...
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Alexander Selkirk ANTISTROPHE beneath bless'd bliss boast breath call'd cause charms Clodio Cowper dear death delight divine dread dream Dryope e'en earth ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fatal egg Faunus fear feel fire flowers folly form'd frown give glory grace groves hand happy hast hear heart Heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin learn'd light live Lord lost lyre mind muse nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once pain Parnassian pass'd peace Phoebus pleasure poet's pow'r praise pride prove rest sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shew shine shore sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound stamp'd storm of passion stream sweet taste thee theme thine thou art thought tongue trifler truth Twas uret verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Strana 502 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Strana 159 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Strana 203 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might, His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Strana 302 - 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 unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —
Strana 207 - Stop thief, stop thief — a highwayman ! Not one of them was mute, And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space, The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Strana 160 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace,...
Strana 56 - 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 livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding and no wit, Receives no praise; but though her lot be such, (Toilsome and indigent) she renders much; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true — A truth the brilliant...
Strana 202 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs —
Strana 231 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Strana 230 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness. Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...