The Poems of William CowperErnest Fleischer, 1828 - 427 pages |
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... thou yon harlot , wooing all she meets , The worn - out nuisance of the public streets , Herself from morn to night , from night to morn , Her own abhorrence , and as much your scorn . The gracious show'r , unlimited and free , Shall ...
... thou yon harlot , wooing all she meets , The worn - out nuisance of the public streets , Herself from morn to night , from night to morn , Her own abhorrence , and as much your scorn . The gracious show'r , unlimited and free , Shall ...
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... thou a worshipper e'en where thou mayst ; Thy services once holy , without spot , Mere shadows now their ancient pomp forgot ; Thy Levites , once a consecrated host , No longer Levites , and their lineage lost , And thou thyself o'er ev ...
... thou a worshipper e'en where thou mayst ; Thy services once holy , without spot , Mere shadows now their ancient pomp forgot ; Thy Levites , once a consecrated host , No longer Levites , and their lineage lost , And thou thyself o'er ev ...
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... Thou canst not read with readiness and ease Providence adverse in events like these ? Know then that heav'nly wisdom on this ball Creates , gives birth to , guides , consummates all ; That , while laborious and quick - thoughted man ...
... Thou canst not read with readiness and ease Providence adverse in events like these ? Know then that heav'nly wisdom on this ball Creates , gives birth to , guides , consummates all ; That , while laborious and quick - thoughted man ...
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... thou ( a sacrilege his soul abhors ) Claim'd all the glory of thy prosp'rous wars ? Proud of thy fleets and armies , stol'n the gem Of his just praise , to lavish it on them ? Hast thou not learn'd , what thou art often told , A truth ...
... thou ( a sacrilege his soul abhors ) Claim'd all the glory of thy prosp'rous wars ? Proud of thy fleets and armies , stol'n the gem Of his just praise , to lavish it on them ? Hast thou not learn'd , what thou art often told , A truth ...
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... thou sworn on every slight pretence , Till perjuries are common as bad While thousands , careless of the damning sin , Kiss the book's outside , who ne'er look'd within ? Hast thou , when Heav'n has cloth'd thee with dis- And , long ...
... thou sworn on every slight pretence , Till perjuries are common as bad While thousands , careless of the damning sin , Kiss the book's outside , who ne'er look'd within ? Hast thou , when Heav'n has cloth'd thee with dis- And , long ...
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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.