William CowperG. P. Putnam's sons, 1899 - 237 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 150 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
الصفحة 213 - And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
الصفحة 77 - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.
الصفحة 213 - THE twentieth year is wellnigh past .*. Since first our sky was overcast ; Ah, would that this might be the last! My Mary ! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow; '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 189 - Oh! while along the stream of Time thy name Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame, Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
الصفحة 8 - Till, all my stock of infant sorrows spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
الصفحة 4 - Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile...
الصفحة 227 - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents, dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's Bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his...
الصفحة 53 - I gave him the key of the drawer where it was deposited; and his business requiring his immediate attendance, he took it away with him ; and thus ended all my connection with the Parliament office.
الصفحة 128 - At this season of the year, and in this gloomy uncomfortable climate, it is no easy matter for the owner of a mind like mine, to divert it from sad subjects, and fix it upon such as may administer to its amusement.