The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner TempleJ. Sharpe, 1818 - 216 páginas |
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... thine embryo vastness at a gulp . But Fate thy growth decreed ; autumnal rains Beneath thy parent tree mellow'd the soil Design'd thy cradle ; and a skipping deer , With pointed hoof dibbling the glebe , prepar'd The soft receptacle ...
... thine embryo vastness at a gulp . But Fate thy growth decreed ; autumnal rains Beneath thy parent tree mellow'd the soil Design'd thy cradle ; and a skipping deer , With pointed hoof dibbling the glebe , prepar'd The soft receptacle ...
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... Thine arms have left thee . 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 ...
... Thine arms have left thee . 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 ...
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... thine . But since , although well qualified by age To teach , no spirit dwells in thee , nor voice May be expected from thee , seated here On thy distorted root , with hearers none , Or prompter , save the scene , I will perform Myself ...
... thine . But since , although well qualified by age To teach , no spirit dwells in thee , nor voice May be expected from thee , seated here On thy distorted root , with hearers none , Or prompter , save the scene , I will perform Myself ...
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... thine . - thy own ' sweet smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solac'd me ; OCT1 1817 . ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK. DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALL RA ENGRAVED BY EDWARD PORTBURY : PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE ...
... thine . - thy own ' sweet smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solac'd me ; OCT1 1817 . ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK. DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALL RA ENGRAVED BY EDWARD PORTBURY : PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE ...
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... 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 ! ' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes , ( Blest be ...
... 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 ! ' The meek intelligence of those dear eyes , ( Blest be ...
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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...