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Strana v
... busy and the gay world in it's true light , he left it with as little reluctance as a prisoner , when called to liberty , leaves his dungeon , Not that he became a Cynic or an Ascetic - A heart filled with love to God will assuredly ...
... busy and the gay world in it's true light , he left it with as little reluctance as a prisoner , when called to liberty , leaves his dungeon , Not that he became a Cynic or an Ascetic - A heart filled with love to God will assuredly ...
Strana 6
... 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 flatt'rer bows , And binds a wreath about their baby brows ; Whom Education stiffens into ...
... 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 flatt'rer bows , And binds a wreath about their baby brows ; Whom Education stiffens into ...
Strana 53
... busy , trifling ; empty , though refin'd ; Hence all that interferes , and dares to clash With indolence and luxury , is trash : While learning , once the man's exclusive pride , Seems verging fast towards the female side . Learning ...
... busy , trifling ; empty , though refin'd ; Hence all that interferes , and dares to clash With indolence and luxury , is trash : While learning , once the man's exclusive pride , Seems verging fast towards the female side . Learning ...
Strana 65
... busy or too gay to wait On the sad theme , their everlasting state , Sport for a day , and perish in a night , The foam upon the waters not so light . Who judg'd the pharisee ? What odious cause Expos'd him to the vengeance of the laws ...
... busy or too gay to wait On the sad theme , their everlasting state , Sport for a day , and perish in a night , The foam upon the waters not so light . Who judg'd the pharisee ? What odious cause Expos'd him to the vengeance of the laws ...
Strana 89
... of wavy corn , Pour'd out from Plenty's overflowing horn ; Ambrosial gardens , in which art supplies The fervour and the force of Indian skies ; Her peaceful shores , where busy Commerce waits To pour Expostulation ·
... of wavy corn , Pour'd out from Plenty's overflowing horn ; Ambrosial gardens , in which art supplies The fervour and the force of Indian skies ; Her peaceful shores , where busy Commerce waits To pour Expostulation ·
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Poems: By William Cowper, of the Inner Temple, Esq. In Two Volumes. Vol. I-II. William Cowper Úplné zobrazenie - 1800 |
Časté výrazy a frázy
beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charm'd charms dark deeds delight design'd divine dream Earth errour ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fatal egg fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown give glory God's grace hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour int'rest joys land light lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never o'er once pain palæstra Paul of Tarsus peace pity plac'd plain pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove quit the forest rais'd red vengeance sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture secret hate seem'd shepherd's rod shine sight skies slave smile song sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste Whate'er wild wisdom wrath ye ministers zeal
Populárne pasáže
Strana 352 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Strana 266 - 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.
Strana 284 - The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, And it seem'd to a fanciful view To weep for the buds it had left, with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...
Strana 144 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Strana 318 - Had cheer'd the village with his song, • Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark So, stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. 2. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent—
Strana 264 - 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 186 - Dubius is such a scrupulous good man ! Yes, you may catch him tripping if you can. He would not with a peremptory tone Assert the nose upon his face his own ; With hesitation admirably slow He humbly hopes, presumes, it may be so.
Strana 266 - 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.
Strana 363 - But He, who knew what human hearts would prove, How slow to learn the dictates of his love, That, hard by nature and of stubborn will, A life of ease would make them harder still, In pity to the souls his grace designed To rescue from the ruins of mankind, Called for a cloud to darken all their years, And said ' Go spend them in the vale of tears...
Strana 309 - O'er the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, Paid my price in paltry gold ; But, though slave they have enrolled me, Minds are never to be sold. Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever, Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion Cannot forfeit nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.