PoemsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1854 |
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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 . 385 B. And yet his judgment was not fram'd amiss ; 390 Its errour , if it err'd , was merely this- He thought the ...
... wind that raised it , and it fell . He trod the very self - same ground you tread , And Victory refuted all he said . 385 B. And yet his judgment was not fram'd amiss ; 390 Its errour , if it err'd , was merely this- He thought the ...
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... wind , and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one ; 670 Short his career , indeed , but ably run ; Churchill , himself unconscious of his pow'rs , la penury consum'd his id'e hours ; And like a scatter'd seed at ...
... wind , and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one ; 670 Short his career , indeed , but ably run ; Churchill , himself unconscious of his pow'rs , la penury consum'd his id'e hours ; And like a scatter'd seed at ...
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William Cowper. No pleasure ? Has some sickly eastern waste Sent us a 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 ...
William Cowper. No pleasure ? Has some sickly eastern waste Sent us a 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 ...
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... wind she swims , and sails away , Now stoops upon it , and now grasps the prey . Petronius ! all the muses weep for thee ; But ev'ry 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 ! all the muses weep for thee ; But ev'ry tear shall scald thy memory ; The graces too , while Virtue at their shrine , Lay bleeding under that ...
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... , are sown by every wind . 555 Thus men go wrong with an ingenious skill ; Bend the straight rule to their own crooked will ; And with a clear and shining lamp supplied , First put it out , then take it for a 46 THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR.
... , are sown by every wind . 555 Thus men go wrong with an ingenious skill ; Bend the straight rule to their own crooked will ; And with a clear and shining lamp supplied , First put it out , then take it for a 46 THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR.
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Términos y frases comunes
Aspasio beauty beneath boast breast breath call'd cause charms Cowper daugh dear death delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth Eartham ease East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd give glory grace groves hand Happisburgh happy hast Hayley heard heart Heav'n honour hope human Iliad John Gilpin labour lady Hesketh live lov'd lyre magick mind muse musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newport Pagnel night nymphs o'er once pain pass'd peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r prove publick rest rude sacred scene scorn seem'd shade shine sighs sight skies smile song soon soul sound spirit stamp'd stream sweet taste thee theme thine thought toil truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Página 239 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case. Said John, It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Página 30 - Just estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
Página 178 - 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 182 - A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
Página 112 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Página 251 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay ; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away ; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Página 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Página 182 - 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 ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Página 178 - 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. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Página 125 - The night was winter in his roughest mood; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.