Poems; to which is prefixed a memoir of the author by J. M'DiarmidOliver & Boyd, 1837 - 514 páginas |
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... rest , he could not re- strain his laughter at the awkward mishaps of the draper , whose luckless ride he has married to immortal verse . This having kept him awake , he had leisure to turn the story into rhyme , and in the morning he ...
... rest , he could not re- strain his laughter at the awkward mishaps of the draper , whose luckless ride he has married to immortal verse . This having kept him awake , he had leisure to turn the story into rhyme , and in the morning he ...
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... rest of his life a constant struggle with that insidious malady of which he was the destined victim . In August 1792 he visited Eartham , the residence of his new acquaintance , a compliment of which that gentleman might well be proud ...
... rest of his life a constant struggle with that insidious malady of which he was the destined victim . In August 1792 he visited Eartham , the residence of his new acquaintance , a compliment of which that gentleman might well be proud ...
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... rest . Pastime and business both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they intrude : Nobly distinguish'd above all the six By deeds , in which the world must never mix . Hear him again . He calls it a delight , A day of ...
... rest . Pastime and business both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they intrude : Nobly distinguish'd above all the six By deeds , in which the world must never mix . Hear him again . He calls it a delight , A day of ...
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... rest , And proves a raging scorpion in his breast . No pleasure ? Are domestic comforts dead ? Are all the nameless sweets of friendship fled ? Has time worn out , or fashion put to shame , Good sense , good health , good conscience ...
... rest , And proves a raging scorpion in his breast . No pleasure ? Are domestic comforts dead ? Are all the nameless sweets of friendship fled ? Has time worn out , or fashion put to shame , Good sense , good health , good conscience ...
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... rest , Till half mankind were like himself possess'd . Philosophers , who darken and put out Eternal truth by everlasting doubt ; Church quacks , with passions under no command , Who fill the world with doctrines contraband , Discov ...
... rest , Till half mankind were like himself possess'd . Philosophers , who darken and put out Eternal truth by everlasting doubt ; Church quacks , with passions under no command , Who fill the world with doctrines contraband , Discov ...
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Alloway Kirk beauty beneath bids blank verse blest boast breath call'd cause charms Cowper dæmons delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd frown genius give glory grace hand happy hast Hayley heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hertfordshire honour hope hour House of Peers Iliad John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour Lady land light lov'd lyre mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never o'er Olney once pain peace perhaps pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rude sacred scene scorn seem'd seems shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stream sweet task taste telescopic eye thee theme thine things thou thought toil tongue truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Página 496 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Página 89 - 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...
Página 380 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us-! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Página 89 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered 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!
Página 256 - Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Página 466 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bareheaded you are come, " Or why you come at all ?" 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.
Página 91 - Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repelled; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried 'Adieu...
Página 281 - Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text; Cry — hem; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Página 416 - 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.
Página 508 - I kept him for his humour's sake, For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache, And force me to a smile.