The poetical works of William Cowper, with life, critical dissertation, and explanatory notes by G. Gilfillan, Strana 100,Zväzok 11854 |
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Strana ix
... half- Cowper , possessed of all his lighter , although of none of his graver powers . There was Impey , afterwards so conspicuous in the history of India , and whose abilities , if not his integ- rity , were undeniable . And there was a ...
... half- Cowper , possessed of all his lighter , although of none of his graver powers . There was Impey , afterwards so conspicuous in the history of India , and whose abilities , if not his integ- rity , were undeniable . And there was a ...
Strana 1
... half divine , Stark naught , because corrupt in their design . Strange doctrine this ! that without scruple tears The laurel that the very lightning spares , Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust , And eats into his bloody sword ...
... half divine , Stark naught , because corrupt in their design . Strange doctrine this ! that without scruple tears The laurel that the very lightning spares , Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust , And eats into his bloody sword ...
Strana 8
... half muscle and half bone , Supplies with warm activity and force A mind well lodged , and masculine of course . Hence Liberty , sweet Liberty , inspires And keeps alive his fierce but noble fires . Patient of constitutional control ...
... half muscle and half bone , Supplies with warm activity and force A mind well lodged , and masculine of course . Hence Liberty , sweet Liberty , inspires And keeps alive his fierce but noble fires . Patient of constitutional control ...
Strana 23
... half undress'd , Stands in the desert shivering and forlorn , A wintry figure , like a wither'd thorn . The shelves are full , all other themes are sped , Hackney'd and worn to the last flimsy thread ; Satire has long since done his ...
... half undress'd , Stands in the desert shivering and forlorn , A wintry figure , like a wither'd thorn . The shelves are full , all other themes are sped , Hackney'd and worn to the last flimsy thread ; Satire has long since done his ...
Strana 37
... half worn out , Craze antiquarian brains with endless doubt : Some headless hero , or some Cæsar shows- Defective only in his Roman nose ; Exhibits elevations , drawings , plans , Models of Herculanean pots and pans ; And sells them ...
... half worn out , Craze antiquarian brains with endless doubt : Some headless hero , or some Cæsar shows- Defective only in his Roman nose ; Exhibits elevations , drawings , plans , Models of Herculanean pots and pans ; And sells them ...
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Strana 301 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes. 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...
Strana 205 - Tust estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him. We have no slaves at home — then why abroad ? And they themselves, once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loosed. Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs 40 Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Strana 385 - 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 54 - 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-long 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 205 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Strana 310 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men ; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed, and squared, and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.
Strana 306 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
Strana 385 - Ye winds that have made me your sport. Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more : My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Strana 174 - Nor those of learn'd philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark ; But such as learning, without false pretence, The friend of truth, the associate of sound sense.
Strana 260 - Made vocal for the amusement of the rest ; The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out ; And the clear voice, symphonious, yet distinct, And in the charming strife triumphant still, Beguile the night, and set a keener edge On female industry : the threaded steel Flies swiftly, and unfelt the task proceeds.