Poems: By William Cowper, ... In Two Volumes. ...J. Johnson, 1795 |
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Page 25
... the path they tread . The paralytic , who can hold her cards , But cannot play them , borrows a friend's hand To deal and fhuffle , to divide and fort , Her mingled fuits and fequences ; and fits , Spectatress BOOK I. 25 THE SOFA .
... the path they tread . The paralytic , who can hold her cards , But cannot play them , borrows a friend's hand To deal and fhuffle , to divide and fort , Her mingled fuits and fequences ; and fits , Spectatress BOOK I. 25 THE SOFA .
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... holds out to all , fhould most abound And leaft be threaten'd in the fields and groves Poffefs ye , therefore , ye , who , born about In chariots and fedans , know no fatigue But that of idleness , and taste no scenes But fuch as art ...
... holds out to all , fhould most abound And leaft be threaten'd in the fields and groves Poffefs ye , therefore , ye , who , born about In chariots and fedans , know no fatigue But that of idleness , and taste no scenes But fuch as art ...
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... hold thee fast , Freedom ! whom they that lose thee so regret , That ev❜n a judgment , making way for thee , Seems ... holds 52 BOOK II . THE TASK .
... hold thee fast , Freedom ! whom they that lose thee so regret , That ev❜n a judgment , making way for thee , Seems ... holds 52 BOOK II . THE TASK .
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... holds , Or make his houfe his grave : nor fo content , Shall counterfeit the motions of the flood , And drown him in her dry and dufty gulphs . What then ! -were they the wicked above all , And we the righteous , whose fast anchor'd ...
... holds , Or make his houfe his grave : nor fo content , Shall counterfeit the motions of the flood , And drown him in her dry and dufty gulphs . What then ! -were they the wicked above all , And we the righteous , whose fast anchor'd ...
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... hold them faft , And force them fit till he has pencil'd off A faithful likenefs of the forms he views ; Then to dispose his copies with fuch art , That each may find its moft propitious light , And shine by fituation , hardly lefs Than ...
... hold them faft , And force them fit till he has pencil'd off A faithful likenefs of the forms he views ; Then to dispose his copies with fuch art , That each may find its moft propitious light , And shine by fituation , hardly lefs Than ...
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Page 40 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Page 371 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.
Page 229 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Page 99 - Defend me therefore, common sense, say I, From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up...
Page 270 - See Salem built, the labour of a God ! Bright as a sun the sacred city shines ; All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light ; the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, . And endless her increase.
Page 17 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Page 137 - 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 in.
Page 375 - Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
Page 217 - And the resplendent rivers ; his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel. But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — My Father made them all.
Page 233 - I again perceive The soothing influence of the wafted strains, And settle in soft musings as I tread The walk, still verdant, under oaks and elms, Whose outspread branches overarch the glade.