Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening... Poems - Strana 77podľa William Cowper - 1826Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
| Bill Hutchings - 1983 - Počet stránok 246
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| William Cowper - 1984 - Počet stránok 128
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| R. E. F. Smith, David Christian - 1984 - Počet stránok 426
...held a place on the sideboard of the wealthier classes from about the middle of the 18th century'.96 Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let...cups. That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in. Cowper, The Task, book IV, I.34 (1783) These hissing urns were,... | |
| 1985 - Počet stránok 368
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| Yasmine Gooneratne - 1986 - Počet stránok 312
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| Bill Moore - 1987 - Počet stránok 180
...then in secret sin. But for love of sheer domesticity, look at this picture of a cosy evening at home: Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let...cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in. WILLIAM COWPER Did you ever wonder where the description cups,... | |
| Leonore Davidoff, Catherine Hall - 1987 - Počet stránok 577
...countryside. The post arrived, the newspaper was read and the family settled down for their pastimes: Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let...curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,... | |
| Kit Boey Chow, Ione Kramer - 1990 - Počet stránok 212
...of security a cup of tea evokes must be that by William Cowper, an insecure though reputable poet. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let...curtains, wheel the sofa round; And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,... | |
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