The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner TempleJ. Sharpe, 1818 - 216 ページ |
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... But not like me to nourish wo ! Me fruitful scenes and prospects waste Alike admonish not to roam These tell me of enjoyments past , And those of sorrows yet to come . HUMAN FRAILTY . WEAK and irresolute is man ; The .41 The Shrubbery.
... But not like me to nourish wo ! Me fruitful scenes and prospects waste Alike admonish not to roam These tell me of enjoyments past , And those of sorrows yet to come . HUMAN FRAILTY . WEAK and irresolute is man ; The .41 The Shrubbery.
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... his own . Maria weeps the Muses mourn— So , when by Bacchanalians torn , On Thracian Hebrus ' side The tree - enchanter Orpheus fell , His head alone remain'd to tell The cruel death he died . THE POET'S NEW - YEAR'S - GIFT . TO MRS 57.
... his own . Maria weeps the Muses mourn— So , when by Bacchanalians torn , On Thracian Hebrus ' side The tree - enchanter Orpheus fell , His head alone remain'd to tell The cruel death he died . THE POET'S NEW - YEAR'S - GIFT . TO MRS 57.
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... tell them truths divine and clear , Which , couch'd in prose , they will not hear ; Who labour hard to allure and draw The loiterers I never saw , Should feel that itching , and that tingling , With all my purpose intermingling , To ...
... tell them truths divine and clear , Which , couch'd in prose , they will not hear ; Who labour hard to allure and draw The loiterers I never saw , Should feel that itching , and that tingling , With all my purpose intermingling , To ...
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... sky display The blaze of a meridian day . The works of man , tend , one and all , As needs they must , from great to small ; And vanity absorbs at length The monuments of human strength . But who can tell how vast the plan Which this 72.
... sky display The blaze of a meridian day . The works of man , tend , one and all , As needs they must , from great to small ; And vanity absorbs at length The monuments of human strength . But who can tell how vast the plan Which this 72.
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William Cowper. But who can tell how vast the plan Which this day's incident began ? Too small , perhaps , the slight occasion For our dim - sighted observation ; It pass'd unnoticed , as the bird That cleaves the yielding air unheard ...
William Cowper. But who can tell how vast the plan Which this day's incident began ? Too small , perhaps , the slight occasion For our dim - sighted observation ; It pass'd unnoticed , as the bird That cleaves the yielding air unheard ...
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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...