The Poems of William CowperErnest Fleischer, 1828 - 427 pages |
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... death , or the fact that he died a bachelor , may not be recorded in his works ; but his character is there por- trayed in colours the most vivid and the most correct . William Cowper , the religious poet , as he has been correctly ...
... death , or the fact that he died a bachelor , may not be recorded in his works ; but his character is there por- trayed in colours the most vivid and the most correct . William Cowper , the religious poet , as he has been correctly ...
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... death released him of all his sufferings , and he died at Dereham , in Norfolk . The poetical works of Cowper have been published in every variety of form , yet such is their popularity , that new editions are constantly called for ...
... death released him of all his sufferings , and he died at Dereham , in Norfolk . The poetical works of Cowper have been published in every variety of form , yet such is their popularity , that new editions are constantly called for ...
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... Death of Mrs. ( afterwards Lady ) Throckmorton's Bulfinch ib . 344 The Rose 346 The Doves 347 A Fable 348 · A Comparison 349 Another , addressed to a young Lady 350 The Poet's New Year's Gift ib . Ode to Apollo 351 Pairing Time ...
... Death of Mrs. ( afterwards Lady ) Throckmorton's Bulfinch ib . 344 The Rose 346 The Doves 347 A Fable 348 · A Comparison 349 Another , addressed to a young Lady 350 The Poet's New Year's Gift ib . Ode to Apollo 351 Pairing Time ...
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... Death in his Cage The Pine - apple and the Bee Horace , Book II . Ode X. A Reflection on the foregoing Ode The Lily and the Rose The Poplar Field Translations . - 1 . The Glow - worm 2. The Jackdaw 358 359 360 · 362 364 365 366 367 368 ...
... Death in his Cage The Pine - apple and the Bee Horace , Book II . Ode X. A Reflection on the foregoing Ode The Lily and the Rose The Poplar Field Translations . - 1 . The Glow - worm 2. The Jackdaw 358 359 360 · 362 364 365 366 367 368 ...
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... Death's own scythe would better speak his pow'r ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead , With the king's shoulder - knot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and success . 4 ...
... Death's own scythe would better speak his pow'r ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead , With the king's shoulder - knot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and success . 4 ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids blest boast breath call'd cause charg'd charms death Deist delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fill'd fire flow'r folly form'd frown give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour human John Gilpin land learn'd light lov'd lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once peace perhaps pine-apples pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Page 183 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Page 408 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Page 377 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Page 377 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Page 376 - 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.
Page 395 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Page 400 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.
Page 277 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd : Pleased with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below.
Page 231 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat. To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 277 - Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view th' embattled tow'r, Whence all the music.