The Poems of William CowperClark, Austin & Company, 1849 - 491 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 11
... give Religion her unbridled scope , Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeigned , To keep the matrimonial bond unstained ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ...
... give Religion her unbridled scope , Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeigned , To keep the matrimonial bond unstained ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ...
الصفحة 15
... Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away . He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel th ...
... Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away . He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel th ...
الصفحة 17
... Gives him Olympic speed , and shoots him to the goat . Let discipline employ her wholesome arts ; Let magistrates alert perform their parts ; Not skulk or put on a prudential mask , As if their duty were a desperate task ; Let active ...
... Gives him Olympic speed , and shoots him to the goat . Let discipline employ her wholesome arts ; Let magistrates alert perform their parts ; Not skulk or put on a prudential mask , As if their duty were a desperate task ; Let active ...
الصفحة 21
... gives his word , and Mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurled ; She has one foe , and that one foe the world : And , if he doom that people with a frown , And mark ...
... gives his word , and Mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurled ; She has one foe , and that one foe the world : And , if he doom that people with a frown , And mark ...
الصفحة 23
... Give me the line that ploughs its stately course Like a proud swan , conquering the stream by force , That , like some cottage beauty , strikes the heart , Quite unindebted to the tricks of art . When Labour and when Dulness , club in ...
... Give me the line that ploughs its stately course Like a proud swan , conquering the stream by force , That , like some cottage beauty , strikes the heart , Quite unindebted to the tricks of art . When Labour and when Dulness , club in ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids blest blooming groves boast breast breath cause charms dear death delight divine dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fieldfare flowers folly frown give glory grace hand happy happy prisoners hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour INNER TEMPLE John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour land life's light live lost lyre mankind mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once Parnassian peace perhaps pheme pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest sacred scene scorn seek seems shade shine sigh sight silent clock skies smile song soon soul sound stream sweet taste tears telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil trembling trifler truth Twas virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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الصفحة 339 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, — I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
الصفحة 340 - 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 295 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs, Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
الصفحة 382 - And every soul cried out, 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 385 - 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 187 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
الصفحة 274 - 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 to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all.
الصفحة 236 - And gathering, at short notice, in one group The family dispersed, and fixing thought, Not less dispersed by daylight and its cares. I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, homeborn happiness, And all the comforts, that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
الصفحة 457 - 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 384 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit." "But let me scrape the dirt away, That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.