The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volume 2Robert Carter, 1850 |
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... earth , or burning rock to lime . Not yet the hawthorn bore her berries red , With which the fieldfare , wintry guest , is fed . Nor Autumn yet had brush'd from every spray , With her chill hand , the mellow leaves away , But corn was ...
... earth , or burning rock to lime . Not yet the hawthorn bore her berries red , With which the fieldfare , wintry guest , is fed . Nor Autumn yet had brush'd from every spray , With her chill hand , the mellow leaves away , But corn was ...
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... earth's dark womb have found at last a vent , And from their prison - house below arise , With all these hideous howlings to the skies , I could be much composed , nor should appear , For such a cause to feel the slightest fear . [ roll ...
... earth's dark womb have found at last a vent , And from their prison - house below arise , With all these hideous howlings to the skies , I could be much composed , nor should appear , For such a cause to feel the slightest fear . [ roll ...
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... earth or hell , we can but plunge at last . While thus she spake , I fainter heard the For Reynard , close attended at his heels [ peals , By panting dog , tired man , and spatter'd horse , Through mere good fortune , took a different ...
... earth or hell , we can but plunge at last . While thus she spake , I fainter heard the For Reynard , close attended at his heels [ peals , By panting dog , tired man , and spatter'd horse , Through mere good fortune , took a different ...
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... earth . Dark and voluminous the vapors rise , And hang their horrors in the neighboring skies , While through the Stygian veil , that blots the day , In dazzling streaks the vivid lightnings play . But oh ! what muse , and in what ...
... earth . Dark and voluminous the vapors rise , And hang their horrors in the neighboring skies , While through the Stygian veil , that blots the day , In dazzling streaks the vivid lightnings play . But oh ! what muse , and in what ...
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... earth , and bids the produce live . Once more the spiry myrtle crowns the glade , And ruminating flocks enjoy the shade . O bliss precarious , and unsafe retreats , O charming Paradise of short - lived sweets ! The self - same gale that ...
... earth , and bids the produce live . Once more the spiry myrtle crowns the glade , And ruminating flocks enjoy the shade . O bliss precarious , and unsafe retreats , O charming Paradise of short - lived sweets ! The self - same gale that ...
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Aspasio bard beneath birds blest blood boast Boötes bosom breast breath call'd charms CLEMENT MAROT Cowper dear death delight divine dwell e'en Earl of Surrey earth ease eyes faith fame fear feel fill'd fire fix'd friendship gentle give glory grace groves hand happy hear heard heart heaven heavenly homeless birds hymns JEHOVAH-SHALOM JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH Jesus John Throckmorton light live Lord lyre Mary mind muse ne'er never night nymphs o'er OLNEY HYMN once pain pass'd peace Phoebus pine-apples pleasure poet praise prayer prove Psalms repose rest sacred Saviour scene seek seem'd shade shine shore sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stout spurs sweet tears thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought truth Twas verse vex'd voice wast WILLIAM HAYLEY youth
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Page 31 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 119 - 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...
Page 33 - But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Page 440 - Toll for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 178 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Page 32 - 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 ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Page 206 - SOMETIMES a light -surprises The Christian, while he sings ; It is the Lord, who rises With healing in His wings : When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.
Page 188 - Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all Heaven before our eyes.
Page 191 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, — It gives, but borrows none.
Page 28 - ... Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed 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.