The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner TempleJ. Sharpe, 1818 - 216 páginas |
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... feels the imprison'd foe , Again pours ruin on the vale below . Ten thousand swains the wasted scene deplore , That only future ages can restore . Ye monarchs , whom the lure of honour draws , Who write in blood the merits of your cause ...
... feels the imprison'd foe , Again pours ruin on the vale below . Ten thousand swains the wasted scene deplore , That only future ages can restore . Ye monarchs , whom the lure of honour draws , Who write in blood the merits of your cause ...
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... feeling , Will thrust a dagger at your breast , And say he wounded you in jest , By way of balm for healing . Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers , will be sure to hear The trumpet of Contention : Aspersion is the babbler's trade ...
... feeling , Will thrust a dagger at your breast , And say he wounded you in jest , By way of balm for healing . Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers , will be sure to hear The trumpet of Contention : Aspersion is the babbler's trade ...
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... Feels not the wants that pinch the poor , Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door , Imbittering all his state . The tallest pines feel most the power Of wintry blasts ; the loftiest tower Comes heaviest to the ground ; The bolts that ...
... Feels not the wants that pinch the poor , Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door , Imbittering all his state . The tallest pines feel most the power Of wintry blasts ; the loftiest tower Comes heaviest to the ground ; The bolts that ...
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... feels within , Shows the same sadness every where , And slights the season and the scene . For all that pleased in wood or lawn , While Peace possess'd these silent bowers , Her animating smile withdrawn , Has lost its beauties and its ...
... feels within , Shows the same sadness every where , And slights the season and the scene . For all that pleased in wood or lawn , While Peace possess'd these silent bowers , Her animating smile withdrawn , Has lost its beauties and its ...
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... feels no smart Enlivens all it sees ; Can make a wintry sky Seem bright as smiling May , And evening's closing eye As peep of early day . The vast majestic globe , So beauteously array'd In nature's various robe , With wondrous skill ...
... feels no smart Enlivens all it sees ; Can make a wintry sky Seem bright as smiling May , And evening's closing eye As peep of early day . The vast majestic globe , So beauteously array'd In nature's various robe , With wondrous skill ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALEXANDEr selkirk Aspasio beneath bird boast bosom calender call'd Catharina charms COWPER cried dæmons dear death declension delight design'd divine dream dwell e'en earth Edmonton eyes fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship GEORGE ROMNEY Gilpin grace grief hear heard heart Heaven honour horse John Gilpin JOHN SHARPE JOSEPH HILL knew LADY learn'd length life's light live Mary mind MINOR POEMS Muses ne'er neighbour never night numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pine-apples pleasure poet poet's PORTBURY praise prove rest RICHARD WESTALL rose scene seem'd shine shore side sight sing skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd storm sweet tear tell thee theme thine Thou hast thought THRACIAN Throckmorton toil treasure truth Twas verse voice waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wish wonder youth
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Página 91 - Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig. The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Página 54 - 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 17 - 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.
Página 92 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Página 16 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Página 95 - Ah ! luckless speech and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear ; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Página 15 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid...
Página 90 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So,
Página 36 - He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm 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 53 - 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...