The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volume 2Robert Carter, 1850 |
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... thousand states ; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground Hark ! the Gaul is at her gates ! Other Romans shall arise , Heedless of a soldier's name ; Sounds , not arms , shall win the prize , Harmony the path to fame . Then the progeny ...
... thousand states ; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground Hark ! the Gaul is at her gates ! Other Romans shall arise , Heedless of a soldier's name ; Sounds , not arms , shall win the prize , Harmony the path to fame . Then the progeny ...
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... 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 , Who strike the blow , then plead your own defence , Glory your aim ...
... 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 , Who strike the blow , then plead your own defence , Glory your aim ...
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... thousand other themes less deeply traced . Thy nightly visits to my chamber made , That thou mightst know me safe and warmly Thy morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit or confectionary plum ; [ laid ; The fragrant waters on ...
... thousand other themes less deeply traced . Thy nightly visits to my chamber made , That thou mightst know me safe and warmly Thy morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit or confectionary plum ; [ laid ; The fragrant waters on ...
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... thousand awful admonitions scorn'd , Die self - accused of life run all to waste ! Sad waste ! for which no after - thrift atones . The grave admits no cure for guilt or sin ; Dewdrops may deck the turf that hides the bones , But tears ...
... thousand awful admonitions scorn'd , Die self - accused of life run all to waste ! Sad waste ! for which no after - thrift atones . The grave admits no cure for guilt or sin ; Dewdrops may deck the turf that hides the bones , But tears ...
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... bread . When on a day , emerging from the deep , A sabbath - day , ( such sabbaths thousands keep ! ) The wages of his weekly toil he bore To buy MISCELLANEOUS . 61 A tale founded on a Fact, which happened in Jan 1779.
... bread . When on a day , emerging from the deep , A sabbath - day , ( such sabbaths thousands keep ! ) The wages of his weekly toil he bore To buy MISCELLANEOUS . 61 A tale founded on a Fact, which happened in Jan 1779.
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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.