The Works of William Cowper, Zväzok 5H. G. Bohn, 1854 |
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... o'er , There dips her downy plumes , thence upward flies , And sheds soft slumbers on her votary's eyes . IN A LETTER TO THE SAME . IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE . TRUST me the meed of praise , dealt thriftily From the nice scale of ...
... o'er , There dips her downy plumes , thence upward flies , And sheds soft slumbers on her votary's eyes . IN A LETTER TO THE SAME . IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE . TRUST me the meed of praise , dealt thriftily From the nice scale of ...
Strana 7
... o'er my heart and me . Then fear not I should e'er rebel , My gentle love ! I might as well A forward peevishness put on , And quarrel with the mid - day sun ; Or question who gave him a right To be so fiery and so bright . Nay , this ...
... o'er my heart and me . Then fear not I should e'er rebel , My gentle love ! I might as well A forward peevishness put on , And quarrel with the mid - day sun ; Or question who gave him a right To be so fiery and so bright . Nay , this ...
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... O'er hedge and ditch , through gaps and mews , And after many a vain essay To captivate the tempting prey , Gives him at length the lucky pat , And has him safe beneath his hat : Then lifts it gently from the ground ; But ah ! ' tis ...
... O'er hedge and ditch , through gaps and mews , And after many a vain essay To captivate the tempting prey , Gives him at length the lucky pat , And has him safe beneath his hat : Then lifts it gently from the ground ; But ah ! ' tis ...
Strana 17
... o'er the stubble each day with my gun , Never ready to shoot till the covey is flown . Let her think what odd whimsies I have in my brain , When I read one page over and over again , And discover at last that I read it in vain . Let her ...
... o'er the stubble each day with my gun , Never ready to shoot till the covey is flown . Let her think what odd whimsies I have in my brain , When I read one page over and over again , And discover at last that I read it in vain . Let her ...
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... my fate with Delia to retire ; With her to wander through the sylvan shade , Each morn , or o'er the moss - imbrowned turf , Where , bless'd as the prime parents of mankind In R. S. S. 223 Pleading for and with Youth.
... my fate with Delia to retire ; With her to wander through the sylvan shade , Each morn , or o'er the moss - imbrowned turf , Where , bless'd as the prime parents of mankind In R. S. S. 223 Pleading for and with Youth.
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The Works of William Cowper, Esq: Comprising His Poems ..., Zväzok 5 William Cowper,Robert Southey Úplné zobrazenie - 1835 |
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Strana 62 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age — It gives, but borrows none.
Strana 242 - 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 253 - 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. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent:— Did you admire my lamp...
Strana 53 - HARK, my soul ; it is the Lord ; "Tis thy Saviour; hear his word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, " Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me...
Strana 40 - 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 ! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3...
Strana 78 - The Lord of all the vast domain Has promised it to me ; The length and breadth of all the plain As far as faith can see How glorious is my privilege!
Strana 263 - The kindest and the happiest p"air Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
Strana 129 - Oh, how unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile, From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity. Inscribed above the portal, from afar Conspicuous as the brightness of a star. Legible only by the light they give, Stand the soul-quickening words — BELIEVE AND LIVE.
Strana 66 - 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 68 - GOD of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor...