The Poetical Works of William CowperH. G. Bohn, 1864 - 516 pages |
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Achaians Achilles ADAM address'd Æneas Agamemnon Ajax Antilochus arms Asius Atreus Atrides battle Behold beneath boast brave breast bright call'd chariot chief coursers dear death deep delight Diomede divine dread earth Eurypylus eyes fair fear feel fight fill'd fire fleet form'd give glorious glory goddess gods grace Greece Greecians Greeks hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour host Idomeneus Ilium Jove Juno king lest light Lord Lycian Menelaus mind Myrmidons Nestor never night noble o'er once Pallas pass'd Patroclus peace Peleus Phœbus pierced praise prayer Priam Sarpedon scene seek seem'd shine shore side sire skies slain slew smile song soon sorrow soul spake spear steeds stood stream sweet swift tears Telamonian Ajax Telemachus Teucer thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought toil Trojans Troy truth turn'd Tydeus Ulysses voice warrior youth
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Page 113 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 44 - 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 105 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Page 52 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Page 135 - That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth : But higher far my proud pretensions rise ; The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 143 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Page 44 - Ye winds that have made me your sport. Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more : My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 112 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Page 135 - Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) ; Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
Page 82 - Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke ; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : I came because your horse would come ; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here — They are upon the road.