The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple, Parte1John Sharpe, 1818 - 108 páginas |
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... winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! * But the axe spar'd thee . In those thriftier days Oaks fell not , hewn by thousands , to supply The bottomless demands of contest , wag'd For senatorial honours ...
... winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! * But the axe spar'd thee . In those thriftier days Oaks fell not , hewn by thousands , to supply The bottomless demands of contest , wag'd For senatorial honours ...
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... Winds have rent them Long since , and rovers of the forest wild With bow and shaft , have burnt them . Some have left A splinter'd stump , bleach'd to a snowy white ; And some , memorial none , where once they grew . Yet life still ...
... Winds have rent them Long since , and rovers of the forest wild With bow and shaft , have burnt them . Some have left A splinter'd stump , bleach'd to a snowy white ; And some , memorial none , where once they grew . Yet life still ...
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... winds that blow : Ordain'd perhaps ere summer flies , Combined with millions more , To form an Iris in the skies , Though black and foul before . Illustrious drop ? and happy then Beyond the happiest lot , Of all that ever pass'd my pen ...
... winds that blow : Ordain'd perhaps ere summer flies , Combined with millions more , To form an Iris in the skies , Though black and foul before . Illustrious drop ? and happy then Beyond the happiest lot , Of all that ever pass'd my pen ...
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... winds play no longer and sing in the leaves , Nor Ouse in his bosom their image receives . Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field , and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are ...
... winds play no longer and sing in the leaves , Nor Ouse in his bosom their image receives . Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field , and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are ...
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... winds through yonder glade , Apt emblem of a virtuous maid- Silent and chaste she steals along , Far from the world's gay busy throng ; With gentle yet prevailing force , Intent upon her destined course : Graceful and useful all she ...
... winds through yonder glade , Apt emblem of a virtuous maid- Silent and chaste she steals along , Far from the world's gay busy throng ; With gentle yet prevailing force , Intent upon her destined course : Graceful and useful all she ...
Términos y frases comunes
bird boast BODHAM bosom call'd Catharina charms cried dæmons dear death declension delight design'd divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dream dwell e'en ease Edmonton express'd eyes Fancy fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship Gilpin grace happy prisoners hear heard heart Heaven honour JOHN GILPIN JOHN SHARPE John Throckmorton knew labour LADY learn'd length life's light live mar delights Mary mind Muses ne'er neighbour never night Nose numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps Pertenhall pine-apples pleasure poet poet's PORTBURY praise prove rest RICHARD WESTALL rose scene seem'd shine shore side sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stout spurs sweet tear tell thee thine Thou hast thought THRACIAN treasure truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE voice wast whate'er WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wings wish wish'd wonder youth
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Página 13 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Página 14 - 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...
Página 88 - He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go. Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said ; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnish'd with our own, Which is both bright and clear.
Página 90 - Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed.
Página 14 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile, — it answers — Yes.
Página 15 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid...
Página 38 - When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glowworm by his spark ; 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...
Página 47 - 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. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again, Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant...
Página 115 - 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 91 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought ; Away went hat and wig ! He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.