The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volume 2Robert Carter, 1850 |
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... stream , The wildest wind that blows , Are neither felt nor fear'd by them , Secure of their repose . But man , all feeling and awake , The gloomy scene surveys ; With present ills his heart must ache , And pant for brighter days . Old ...
... stream , The wildest wind that blows , Are neither felt nor fear'd by them , Secure of their repose . But man , all feeling and awake , The gloomy scene surveys ; With present ills his heart must ache , And pant for brighter days . Old ...
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... stream that bounds your just domain , And tells you where you have a right to reign , A nation dwells , not envious of your throne , Studious of peace , their neighbor's and their own . Ill - fated race ! how deeply must they rue Their ...
... stream that bounds your just domain , And tells you where you have a right to reign , A nation dwells , not envious of your throne , Studious of peace , their neighbor's and their own . Ill - fated race ! how deeply must they rue Their ...
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... stream There dwelt a wretch , who breathed but to blas- pheme ; In subterraneous caves his life he led , Black as the mine in which he wrought for bread . When on a day , emerging from the deep , A sabbath - day , ( such sabbaths ...
... stream There dwelt a wretch , who breathed but to blas- pheme ; In subterraneous caves his life he led , Black as the mine in which he wrought for bread . When on a day , emerging from the deep , A sabbath - day , ( such sabbaths ...
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... stream of pure and genuine love Derives its current from above ; And earth a second Eden shows Where'er the healing water flows : But ah , if from the dykes and drains Of MISCELLANEOUS . 63 To Miss C, on her Birthday Gratitude To the ...
... stream of pure and genuine love Derives its current from above ; And earth a second Eden shows Where'er the healing water flows : But ah , if from the dykes and drains Of MISCELLANEOUS . 63 To Miss C, on her Birthday Gratitude To the ...
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... stream polluted , dark , and dull , Diffused into a Stygian pool , Through life's last melancholy years Is fed with overflowing tears : Complaints supply the zephyr's part , And sighs that heave a breaking heart . A POETICAL EPISTLE TO ...
... stream polluted , dark , and dull , Diffused into a Stygian pool , Through life's last melancholy years Is fed with overflowing tears : Complaints supply the zephyr's part , And sighs that heave a breaking heart . A POETICAL EPISTLE TO ...
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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.