The Complete Poetical Works of William Cowper ...: Including the Copyright Poems, with a Life of the AuthorH.G. Bohn, 1849 - 672 páginas |
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... sound of my own dread- ful groans was all that I heard , and a feeling , like that pro- duced by a flash of lightning , just beginning to seize upon me , passed over my whole body . In a few seconds I found myself fallen on my face to ...
... sound of my own dread- ful groans was all that I heard , and a feeling , like that pro- duced by a flash of lightning , just beginning to seize upon me , passed over my whole body . In a few seconds I found myself fallen on my face to ...
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... sound of a water- fall . And the same volume which was the occasion of re- storing to him this blessing , at once placed him at the head of the poets of his age . When he was composing his first volume , Cowper reckoned it among his ...
... sound of a water- fall . And the same volume which was the occasion of re- storing to him this blessing , at once placed him at the head of the poets of his age . When he was composing his first volume , Cowper reckoned it among his ...
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... ear , And thinking I might purchase it too dear , * " ' Twas certainly prophetic that the name Of prophet and of poet is the same . " Sir John Denham , If sentiment were sacrificed to sound , And truth cut TABLE TALK . 17.
... ear , And thinking I might purchase it too dear , * " ' Twas certainly prophetic that the name Of prophet and of poet is the same . " Sir John Denham , If sentiment were sacrificed to sound , And truth cut TABLE TALK . 17.
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... sound , And truth cut short to make a period round , I judged a man of sense could scarce do worse Than caper in the ... sounds will be , But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him who rears a poem lank and long , To him ...
... sound , And truth cut short to make a period round , I judged a man of sense could scarce do worse Than caper in the ... sounds will be , But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him who rears a poem lank and long , To him ...
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... sounds , though sweet and well combined , And lenient as soft opiates to the mind , Leave vice and folly unsubdued behind . Grey dawn appears , the sportsman and his train Speckle the bosom of the distant plain ; " Tis he , the Nimrod ...
... sounds , though sweet and well combined , And lenient as soft opiates to the mind , Leave vice and folly unsubdued behind . Grey dawn appears , the sportsman and his train Speckle the bosom of the distant plain ; " Tis he , the Nimrod ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath Bishop War boast breath call'd charms Cowper dear death delight design'd divine dream Dunciad earth Eartham ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flowers folly form'd give glory grace groves hand happy hast hear heard heart heaven Hesketh honour hope human John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour light live Lord lost lyre mind mounted best Muse nature nature's Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once pain Parnassian peace pity pleasure poet praise prove rapture rest rills rude sacred Satire iv Satire vi scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sigh sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound spleen stamp'd stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine things thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas verse vex'd Vincent Bourne virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
Pasajes populares
Página 377 - 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. 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 487 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renew'd the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft, — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Página 539 - 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. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Página 524 - 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.
Página 392 - Tramples on a 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.
Página 164 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind ; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast fluttering, all at once.
Página 49 - She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errors his vain heart prefers, She safe in the simplicity of hers.
Página 183 - Then what is man? And what man, seeing this And having human feelings, does not blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man?
Página 300 - 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 192 - There stands the messenger of truth. There stands The legate of the skies ; his theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him, the violated law speaks out 340 Its thunders, and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.