The Poems of William CowperErnest Fleischer, 1828 - 427 ページ |
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... teach . Mean you to prophesy , or but to preach ? B. I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts , and can command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate'er the theme , that others never feel ...
... teach . Mean you to prophesy , or but to preach ? B. I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts , and can command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate'er the theme , that others never feel ...
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... : Language , above all teaching , or , if taught , Only by gratitude and glowing thought , Elegant as simplicity , and warm As ecstacy , unmanacl'd by form ; Not prompted , as in our degen'rate days , By 16 TABLE TALK .
... : Language , above all teaching , or , if taught , Only by gratitude and glowing thought , Elegant as simplicity , and warm As ecstacy , unmanacl'd by form ; Not prompted , as in our degen'rate days , By 16 TABLE TALK .
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... teach . Not all , whose eloquence the fancy fills , Musical as the chime of tinkling rills , Weak to perform , though mighty to pretend , Can trace her mazy windings to their end ; Discern the fraud beneath the specious lure , Prevent ...
... teach . Not all , whose eloquence the fancy fills , Musical as the chime of tinkling rills , Weak to perform , though mighty to pretend , Can trace her mazy windings to their end ; Discern the fraud beneath the specious lure , Prevent ...
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... teach her , inexperienced yet and green , To scribble as you scribbl'd at fifteen ; Who , kindling a combustion of desire , With some cold moral think to quench the fire ; Though all your engineering proves in vain , The dribbling ...
... teach her , inexperienced yet and green , To scribble as you scribbl'd at fifteen ; Who , kindling a combustion of desire , With some cold moral think to quench the fire ; Though all your engineering proves in vain , The dribbling ...
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... Teach him to fence and figure twice a - week ; And having done , we think the best we can , Praise his proficiency , and dub him man . From school to Cam or Isis , and thence home ; And thence with all convenient speed to Rome , With ...
... Teach him to fence and figure twice a - week ; And having done , we think the best we can , Praise his proficiency , and dub him man . From school to Cam or Isis , and thence home ; And thence with all convenient speed to Rome , With ...
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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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183 ページ - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
408 ページ - 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.
377 ページ - 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...
377 ページ - 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!
376 ページ - 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.
395 ページ - 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.
400 ページ - 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.
277 ページ - 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.
231 ページ - 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.
277 ページ - 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.