The poems of William Cowper, with notes from his own correspondence1824 |
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... hast set the persecuted free , None interposes now to succour thee . Countries indebted to thy pow'r , that shine With light deriv'd from thee , would smother thine ; Thy very children watch for thy disgrace— A lawless brood , and curse ...
... hast set the persecuted free , None interposes now to succour thee . Countries indebted to thy pow'r , that shine With light deriv'd from thee , would smother thine ; Thy very children watch for thy disgrace— A lawless brood , and curse ...
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... Hast thou incurr'd His anger , who can waste thee with a word , Who poises and proportions sea and land , Weighing them in the hollow of his hand , And in whose awful sight all nations seem As grasshoppers , as dust , a drop , a dream ?
... Hast thou incurr'd His anger , who can waste thee with a word , Who poises and proportions sea and land , Weighing them in the hollow of his hand , And in whose awful sight all nations seem As grasshoppers , as dust , a drop , a dream ?
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... hast thou sworn on every slight pretence , Till perjuries are common as bad pence , 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 ...
... hast thou sworn on every slight pretence , Till perjuries are common as bad pence , 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 ...
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... Hast thou within the sin , that in old time Brought fire from Heav'n , the sex - abusing crime , Whose horrid perpetration stamps disgrace , Baboons are free from , upon human race ? Think on the fruitful and well water'd spot , That ...
... Hast thou within the sin , that in old time Brought fire from Heav'n , the sex - abusing crime , Whose horrid perpetration stamps disgrace , Baboons are free from , upon human race ? Think on the fruitful and well water'd spot , That ...
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... hast as bright an int'rest in her rays As ever Roman had in Rome's best days . True freedom is where no restraint is known , That Scripture , justice , and good sense disown , Where only vice and injury are tied , And all 70 EXPOSTULATION .
... hast as bright an int'rest in her rays As ever Roman had in Rome's best days . True freedom is where no restraint is known , That Scripture , justice , and good sense disown , Where only vice and injury are tied , And all 70 EXPOSTULATION .
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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 fire flow'r folly form'd frown give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour human int'rest John Gilpin land learn'd light lov'd lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never NOSEGAY 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 telescopic eye thee theme thine thou art thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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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!
335 ページ - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
408 ページ - 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.
398 ページ - I heard the bell toll'd 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?
334 ページ - 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.
398 ページ - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
340 ページ - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how) He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes ; But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one IF or BUT — That, whenever the Nose put...
193 ページ - 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.
400 ページ - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, "While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
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.