The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner TempleJ. Sharpe, 1818 - 216 ページ |
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... sides emboss'd With prominent wens globose - tilt at the last The rottenness , which time is charg'd to inflict On other mighty ones , found also thee . What exhibitions various hath the world Witness'd of mutability in all That we ...
... sides emboss'd With prominent wens globose - tilt at the last The rottenness , which time is charg'd to inflict On other mighty ones , found also thee . What exhibitions various hath the world Witness'd of mutability in all That we ...
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... sides and plank'd the deck Of some flagg'd admiral ; and tortuous arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! * But the axe ...
... sides and plank'd the deck Of some flagg'd admiral ; and tortuous arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! * But the axe ...
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... side . But me , scarce hoping to attain that rest , Always from port withheld , always distress'd- Me howling blasts drive devious , tempest - toss'd , Sails ripp'd , seams opening wide , and compass lost , And day by day some current's ...
... side . But me , scarce hoping to attain that rest , Always from port withheld , always distress'd- Me howling blasts drive devious , tempest - toss'd , Sails ripp'd , seams opening wide , and compass lost , And day by day some current's ...
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... sides matured : When on a day , like that of the last doom , A conflagration labouring in her womb , She teem'd and heaved with an infernal birth That shook the circling seas and solid earth , Dark and voluminous the vapours rise , And ...
... sides matured : When on a day , like that of the last doom , A conflagration labouring in her womb , She teem'd and heaved with an infernal birth That shook the circling seas and solid earth , Dark and voluminous the vapours rise , And ...
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... side , And constantly supported : ' Tis senseless arrogance to accuse Another of sinister views , Our own as much distorted . But will sincerity suffice ? It is indeed above all price , And must be made the basis ; But every virtue of ...
... side , And constantly supported : ' Tis senseless arrogance to accuse Another of sinister views , Our own as much distorted . But will sincerity suffice ? It is indeed above all price , And must be made the basis ; But every virtue of ...
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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...