The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volume 1J. Nichol, 1854 |
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... wind abated . Herbert's voice came to him , in the valley of that shadow , even as there came to Christian , in the " Pilgrim , " when in the depth of the same gloomy glen , " the voice of a man going before him , and say- ing ...
... wind abated . Herbert's voice came to him , in the valley of that shadow , even as there came to Christian , in the " Pilgrim , " when in the depth of the same gloomy glen , " the voice of a man going before him , and say- ing ...
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... wind that raised it , and it fell . He trod the very self - same ground you tread , And victory refuted all he said . B. And yet his judgment was not framed amiss ; Its error , if it err'd , was merely this- He thought the dying hour ...
... wind that raised it , and it fell . He trod the very self - same ground you tread , And victory refuted all he said . B. And yet his judgment was not framed amiss ; Its error , if it err'd , was merely this- He thought the dying hour ...
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... wind , and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one , Short his career indeed , but ably run , - Churchill ; himself unconscious of his powers , In penury consumed his idle hours , And , like a scatter'd seed at ...
... wind , and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one , Short his career indeed , but ably run , - Churchill ; himself unconscious of his powers , In penury consumed his idle hours , And , like a scatter'd seed at ...
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... wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British Paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable would tell you ' tis a lie ...
... wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British Paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable would tell you ' tis a lie ...
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... wind she swims , and sails away , Now stoops upon it , and now grasps the prey . Petronius 1 all the Muses weep for thee ; But every tear shall scald thy memory . The Graces too , while Virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that ...
... wind she swims , and sails away , Now stoops upon it , and now grasps the prey . Petronius 1 all the Muses weep for thee ; But every tear shall scald thy memory . The Graces too , while Virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that ...
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Page 208 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Page 389 - 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.
Page 399 - So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — " Did you admire my lamp," quoth he, ' As much as I your minstrelsy, ' You would abhor to do me wrong, ' As much as I to spoil your song ; ' For 'twas the self-same Power divine, ' Taught you to sing, and me to shine ; ' That you with music, I with light, ' Might beautify and cheer the night.
Page 209 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 388 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea 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.
Page 178 - Nor those of learn'd philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark ; But such as learning, without false pretence, The friend of truth, the associate of sound sense.
Page 209 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Page 189 - Here Ouse, slow winding through a level plain Of spacious meads with cattle sprinkled o'er, Conducts the eye along his sinuous course Delighted.
Page 209 - Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through ev'ry vein Of all your empire ; that where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Page 352 - Though mangled, hack'd and hew'd, not yet destroy'd, The little ones unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...