The Poems of William CowperErnest Fleischer, 1828 - 427 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 36
... lov'd their own productions long ago , Woo'd an unfeeling statue for his wife , Nor rested till the gods had giv'n it life . If some mere driv'ller suck the sugar'd fiḥ , One that still needs his leading - string and bib , And praise ...
... lov'd their own productions long ago , Woo'd an unfeeling statue for his wife , Nor rested till the gods had giv'n it life . If some mere driv'ller suck the sugar'd fiḥ , One that still needs his leading - string and bib , And praise ...
الصفحة 57
... lov'd ; There , proof against prosperity , awhile They stood the test of her ensnaring smile , And had the grace in scenes of peace to show The virtue they had learn'd in scenes of woe . But man is frail , and can but ill sustain A long ...
... lov'd ; There , proof against prosperity , awhile They stood the test of her ensnaring smile , And had the grace in scenes of peace to show The virtue they had learn'd in scenes of woe . But man is frail , and can but ill sustain A long ...
الصفحة 90
... lov'd the World that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere : Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife , His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forg'd , and he that threw the dart , Had each a ...
... lov'd the World that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere : Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife , His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forg'd , and he that threw the dart , Had each a ...
الصفحة 97
... lov'd for savage lives he sav'd , See Cortez odious for a world enslay'd ! Where wast thou then , sweet Charity ? where then , Thou tutelary friend of helpless men ? Wast thou in monkish cells and nunn'ries found , Or building hospitals ...
... lov'd for savage lives he sav'd , See Cortez odious for a world enslay'd ! Where wast thou then , sweet Charity ? where then , Thou tutelary friend of helpless men ? Wast thou in monkish cells and nunn'ries found , Or building hospitals ...
الصفحة 102
... lov'd , benighted shore : Serving a benefactor I am free ; At my best home , if not exil'd from thee . Some men make gain a fountain , whence proceeds A stream of lib'ral and heroic deeds ; The swell of pity , not to be confin'd Within ...
... lov'd , benighted shore : Serving a benefactor I am free ; At my best home , if not exil'd from thee . Some men make gain a fountain , whence proceeds A stream of lib'ral and heroic deeds ; The swell of pity , not to be confin'd Within ...
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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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الصفحة 183 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
الصفحة 408 - 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.
الصفحة 377 - 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...
الصفحة 377 - 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!
الصفحة 376 - 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.
الصفحة 395 - 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.
الصفحة 400 - 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.
الصفحة 277 - 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.
الصفحة 231 - 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.
الصفحة 277 - 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.