The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner TempleJ. Sharpe, 1818 - 216 ページ |
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... never gaz'd , With mute unconsciousness of what he saw , On all around him ; learn'd not by degrees , Nor ow'd articulation to his ear ; But , moulded by his Maker into man At once , upstood intelligent , survey'd All creatures , with ...
... never gaz'd , With mute unconsciousness of what he saw , On all around him ; learn'd not by degrees , Nor ow'd articulation to his ear ; But , moulded by his Maker into man At once , upstood intelligent , survey'd All creatures , with ...
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... never beat nor billows roar , ' * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side . But me , scarce hoping to attain that rest , Always from port withheld , always distress'd- Me howling blasts ...
... never beat nor billows roar , ' * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side . But me , scarce hoping to attain that rest , Always from port withheld , always distress'd- Me howling blasts ...
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... never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew , None invincible as they . Such the bard's prophetic words , Pregnant with celestial fire , Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre . She , with all a ...
... never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew , None invincible as they . Such the bard's prophetic words , Pregnant with celestial fire , Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre . She , with all a ...
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... never flow in vain ; where streams abound How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd ! But Time , that should enrich the nobler mind , Neglected leaves a dreary waste behind . ANOTHER . ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY . SWEET stream ...
... never flow in vain ; where streams abound How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd ! But Time , that should enrich the nobler mind , Neglected leaves a dreary waste behind . ANOTHER . ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY . SWEET stream ...
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... never cease , The live - long day beguile . From morn to dewy eve , With open hand she showers Fresh blessings to deceive And soothe the silent hours . It is content of heart Gives nature power to please ; The mind that feels no smart ...
... never cease , The live - long day beguile . From morn to dewy eve , With open hand she showers Fresh blessings to deceive And soothe the silent hours . It is content of heart Gives nature power to please ; The mind that feels no smart ...
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ALEXANDEr selkirk Aspasio beneath bird boast bosom calender call'd Catharina charms COWPER cried dæmons dear death declension delight design'd divine dream dwell e'en earth Edmonton eyes fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship GEORGE ROMNEY Gilpin grace grief hear heard heart Heaven honour horse John Gilpin JOHN SHARPE JOSEPH HILL knew LADY learn'd length life's light live Mary mind MINOR POEMS Muses ne'er neighbour never night numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pine-apples pleasure poet poet's PORTBURY praise prove rest RICHARD WESTALL rose scene seem'd shine shore side sight sing skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd storm sweet tear tell thee theme thine Thou hast thought THRACIAN Throckmorton toil treasure truth Twas verse voice waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wish wonder youth
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91 ページ - Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig. The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
54 ページ - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
17 ページ - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
92 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...
16 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.
95 ページ - Ah ! luckless speech and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear ; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
15 ページ - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid...
90 ページ - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So,
36 ページ - He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark; So, stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
53 ページ - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...