The Poems of William Cowper ...Crosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 491 من الصفحات |
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... falls like an inverted cone , Wanting its proper base to stand upon . Man made for kings ! those optics are but dim , That tell you so - say , rather , they for him . That were indeed a king - ennobling thought , Could they , or would ...
... falls like an inverted cone , Wanting its proper base to stand upon . Man made for kings ! those optics are but dim , That tell you so - say , rather , they for him . That were indeed a king - ennobling thought , Could they , or would ...
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... fall . B. True . While they live , the courtly laureat pays His quitrent ode , his peppercorn of praise ; And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite . A subject's faults a subject may proclain ...
... fall . B. True . While they live , the courtly laureat pays His quitrent ode , his peppercorn of praise ; And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite . A subject's faults a subject may proclain ...
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... fall , One madrigal of theirs is worth them all . A. " Twould thin the ranks of the poetic tribe , To dash the pen through all that you proscribe . B. No matter we could shift when they were not ; And should , no doubt , if they were ...
... fall , One madrigal of theirs is worth them all . A. " Twould thin the ranks of the poetic tribe , To dash the pen through all that you proscribe . B. No matter we could shift when they were not ; And should , no doubt , if they were ...
الصفحة 30
... Falls soporific on the listless ear ; Like quicksilver , the rhetoric they display , Shines as it runs , but grasped at ... fall because he must ; If Love reward him , or if Vengeance strike , His recompense in both unjust alike . Divine ...
... Falls soporific on the listless ear ; Like quicksilver , the rhetoric they display , Shines as it runs , but grasped at ... fall because he must ; If Love reward him , or if Vengeance strike , His recompense in both unjust alike . Divine ...
الصفحة 32
... falls and dies ; Like a slain deer , the tumbrel brings him home , Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom . Ye clergy , while your orbit is your place , Lights of the world , and stars of human race ; But if eccentric ye forsake your ...
... falls and dies ; Like a slain deer , the tumbrel brings him home , Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom . Ye clergy , while your orbit is your place , Lights of the world , and stars of human race ; But if eccentric ye forsake your ...
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Aspasio bard beauty beneath bids blest boast breast breath CALIFORN cause charms dear death delight divine dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fast fear feel fire flowers folly frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour human INNER TEMPLE John Gilpin labour land light live lyre mankind mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once pain peace perhaps pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seems shade shine sigh sight skies smile song soon soul sound stand stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine thought THROCKMORTON toil tongue trifler truth Twas UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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الصفحة 384 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
الصفحة 338 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
الصفحة 400 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! — it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled 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 I But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
الصفحة 185 - And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him. We have no slaves at home. — Then why abroad ? And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loosed. 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 380 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound...
الصفحة 454 - 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...
الصفحة 168 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...
الصفحة 376 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. "My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
الصفحة 272 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His t' enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —
الصفحة 379 - 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!