The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple, Časť 1John Sharpe, 1818 - 108 strán (strany) |
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Strana 10
... cause Of their best tone their dissolution owe . Thought cannot spend itself , comparing still The great and little of thy lot , thy growth From almost nullity into a state Of matchless grandeur , and declension thence , Slow , into ...
... cause Of their best tone their dissolution owe . Thought cannot spend itself , comparing still The great and little of thy lot , thy growth From almost nullity into a state Of matchless grandeur , and declension thence , Slow , into ...
Strana 19
... cause , Who strike the blow , then plead your own defence , Glory your aim , but justice your pretence , Behold in Ætna's emblematic fires The mischiefs your ambitious pride inspires ! Fast by the stream that bounds your just domain ...
... cause , Who strike the blow , then plead your own defence , Glory your aim , but justice your pretence , Behold in Ætna's emblematic fires The mischiefs your ambitious pride inspires ! Fast by the stream that bounds your just domain ...
Strana 48
... cause ; Hope smiles , joy springs , and tho ' cold caution pause And weave delay , the better hour is near That shall remunerate thy toils severe By peace for Afric , fenced with British laws . Enjoy what thou hast won , esteem and love ...
... cause ; Hope smiles , joy springs , and tho ' cold caution pause And weave delay , the better hour is near That shall remunerate thy toils severe By peace for Afric , fenced with British laws . Enjoy what thou hast won , esteem and love ...
Strana 52
... cause is clear ; For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see When I was Hayley's guest , and sat to Thee ? SONNET TO MRS . UNWIN . 1793 . MARY ! I want a lyre with other strings , [ drew , Such aid from Heaven as some have feign'd they ...
... cause is clear ; For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see When I was Hayley's guest , and sat to Thee ? SONNET TO MRS . UNWIN . 1793 . MARY ! I want a lyre with other strings , [ drew , Such aid from Heaven as some have feign'd they ...
Strana 31
... cause him shame or discontent ; A vicious object still is worse , Successful there he wins a curse . But he , whom e'en in life's last stage Endeavours laudable engage , Is paid , at least in peace of mind , And sense of having well ...
... cause him shame or discontent ; A vicious object still is worse , Successful there he wins a curse . But he , whom e'en in life's last stage Endeavours laudable engage , Is paid , at least in peace of mind , And sense of having well ...
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bird boast BODHAM bosom call'd Catharina charms cried dæmons dear death declension delight design'd divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dream dwell e'en ease Edmonton express'd eyes Fancy fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship Gilpin grace happy prisoners hear heard heart Heaven honour JOHN GILPIN JOHN SHARPE John Throckmorton knew labour LADY learn'd length life's light live mar delights Mary mind Muses ne'er neighbour never night Nose numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps Pertenhall pine-apples pleasure poet poet's PORTBURY praise prove rest RICHARD WESTALL rose scene seem'd shine shore side sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stout spurs sweet tear tell thee thine Thou hast thought THRACIAN treasure truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE voice wast whate'er WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wings wish wish'd wonder youth
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Strana 13 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Strana 14 - 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. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Strana 88 - 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 linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go. Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said ; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnish'd with our own, Which is both bright and clear.
Strana 90 - Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed.
Strana 14 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile, — it answers — Yes.
Strana 15 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid...
Strana 38 - When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glowworm by his spark ; So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
Strana 47 - Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again, Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant...
Strana 115 - 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.
Strana 91 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought ; Away went hat and wig ! He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.