Poems of William Cowper, Esq: With a New MemoirLeavitt & Allen, 1869 - 288 pages |
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... ry thyme , We mount again , and feel at ev'ry step Our foot half sunk in hillocks green and soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the soil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures Earth : and , plotting in the dark ...
... ry thyme , We mount again , and feel at ev'ry step Our foot half sunk in hillocks green and soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the soil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures Earth : and , plotting in the dark ...
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... ev'ry growth , A like , yet various . Here the gray smooth trunks Of ash , or lime , or beech , distinctly shine , Within the twilight of their distant shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd ...
... ev'ry growth , A like , yet various . Here the gray smooth trunks Of ash , or lime , or beech , distinctly shine , Within the twilight of their distant shades ; There , lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd ...
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... ev'ry moment , ev'ry spot . with nerves new brac'd and spirits And now , cheer'd , We tread the wilderness , whose well - roll'd walks , With curvature of slow and easy sweep- Deception innocent - give ample space To narrow bounds . The ...
... ev'ry moment , ev'ry spot . with nerves new brac'd and spirits And now , cheer'd , We tread the wilderness , whose well - roll'd walks , With curvature of slow and easy sweep- Deception innocent - give ample space To narrow bounds . The ...
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... ev'ry sense . The air salubrious of her lofty hills , The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , And music of her woods - no works of man May rival these , these all bespeak a pow'r Peculiar , and exclusively her own . Beneath the open ...
... ev'ry sense . The air salubrious of her lofty hills , The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , And music of her woods - no works of man May rival these , these all bespeak a pow'r Peculiar , and exclusively her own . Beneath the open ...
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... ev'ry hedge , Which , kindled with dry leaves , just saves un quench'd The spark of life . The sportive wind blows wide Their flutt'ring rags , and shows a tawny skin , The vellum of the pedigree they claim . Great skill have they in ...
... ev'ry hedge , Which , kindled with dry leaves , just saves un quench'd The spark of life . The sportive wind blows wide Their flutt'ring rags , and shows a tawny skin , The vellum of the pedigree they claim . Great skill have they in ...
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The Poems of William Cowper, Esq. of the Inner Temple: Complete in One Volume William Cowper No preview available - 1890 |
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amused beauty beneath boast Bodham breath call'd cause charms Cowper dear death delight distant divine dream e'en earth Eartham ease Edmonton ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fear feed feel flow'rs folly form'd fountain of eternal Gilpin gives glory grace groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Gilpin labour Lady Hesketh less live Lord Chancellor lost lov'd lyre mercy Mighty winds mind nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newton night nymphs o'er Olney once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poet pow'r praise press'd proud rapture rude rural sake says scene seek seem'd shine sleep sloth smile smooth Sofa soft song soon soul sound Southampton Row Southey spaniel spirits sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin virtue wash'd weary WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom worthy
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Page 204 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, •' Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !" The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 267 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Page 197 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Page 239 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 44 - Within the twilight of their distant shades ; There, lost behind a rising ground, the wood Seems sunk, and shorten'd to its topmost boughs. No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Page 75 - I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain ; And plain in manner. Decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture. Much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 240 - Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford : But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.
Page 216 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Page 73 - Support, and ornament of virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth ; there stands The legate of the skies ; his theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Page 63 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.