The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volume 2Robert Carter, 1850 |
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... feel , as well he might , The keen demands of appetite ; When , looking eagerly around He spied far off , upon the ground , A something shining in the dark , And knew the glowworm by his spark ; So stooping down from hawthorn top , He ...
... feel , as well he might , The keen demands of appetite ; When , looking eagerly around He spied far off , upon the ground , A something shining in the dark , And knew the glowworm by his spark ; So stooping down from hawthorn top , He ...
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... feeling and awake , The gloomy scene surveys ; With present ills his heart must ache , And pant for brighter days . Old Winter halting o'er the mead , Bids me and Mary mourn ; But lovely Spring peeps o'er his head , And whispers your ...
... feeling and awake , The gloomy scene surveys ; With present ills his heart must ache , And pant for brighter days . Old Winter halting o'er the mead , Bids me and Mary mourn ; But lovely Spring peeps o'er his head , And whispers your ...
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... the pleasures of London exceed In number the days of the year , Catharina , did nothing impede , Would feel herself happier here ; For the close - woven arches of limes On the 18 COWPER'S POEMS . To the Rev Mr Newton Catharina.
... the pleasures of London exceed In number the days of the year , Catharina , did nothing impede , Would feel herself happier here ; For the close - woven arches of limes On the 18 COWPER'S POEMS . To the Rev Mr Newton Catharina.
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... feel the slightest fear . [ roll'd Yourselves have seen , what time the thunders All night , me resting quiet in the fold . Or heard we that tremendous bray alone , I could expound the melancholy tone ; Should deem it by our old ...
... feel the slightest fear . [ roll'd Yourselves have seen , what time the thunders All night , me resting quiet in the fold . Or heard we that tremendous bray alone , I could expound the melancholy tone ; Should deem it by our old ...
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... feels the imprison'd foe , Again pours ruin on the vale below . Ten thousand swains the wasted scene deplore , That only future ages can restore . Ye monarchs , whom the lure of honor draws , Who write in blood the merits of your cause ...
... feels the imprison'd foe , Again pours ruin on the vale below . Ten thousand swains the wasted scene deplore , That only future ages can restore . Ye monarchs , whom the lure of honor draws , Who write in blood the merits of your cause ...
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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.