The Works of William Cowper: The task. Tirocinium. Miscellaneous poems. Adam : a sacred dramaHenry G. Bohn, 1853 |
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... fear'd . Could I believe , that winds for ages pent In earth's dark womb have found at last a vent , And from their prisonhouse below arise , With all these hideous howlings to the skies , I could be much composed , nor should appear ...
... fear'd . Could I believe , that winds for ages pent In earth's dark womb have found at last a vent , And from their prisonhouse below arise , With all these hideous howlings to the skies , I could be much composed , nor should appear ...
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... fear'd . Could I believe , that winds for ages pent In earth's dark womb have found at last a vent , And from their prisonhouse below arise , With all these hideous howlings to the skies , I could be much composed , nor should appear ...
... fear'd . Could I believe , that winds for ages pent In earth's dark womb have found at last a vent , And from their prisonhouse below arise , With all these hideous howlings to the skies , I could be much composed , nor should appear ...
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... fear , I fear , that if it does not split , It may at least be soften'd . ANGEL . These are the poisonous waters of Avernus , ( Incautious man ! ) that from their eyes distill . LUCIFER . Ah Heaven ! why didst thou form me ? Why didst ...
... fear , I fear , that if it does not split , It may at least be soften'd . ANGEL . These are the poisonous waters of Avernus , ( Incautious man ! ) that from their eyes distill . LUCIFER . Ah Heaven ! why didst thou form me ? Why didst ...
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ADAM angels art thou beasts beauty BEELZEBUB Behold beneath birds bosom breath bright call'd CHERUBIM creature dark dear death delight divine dost thou dread dream earth eternal eyes fair fame fear feel fierce fire flame FLESH flowers form'd fruit glory GOD THE FATHER gold grace hand hands united happy heard heart heaven hell honours human JOHN GILPIN John Throckmorton Julius Cæsar light live Lord lost LUCIFER mighty mind mounted best Muse nature never nymph o'er once pain peace pleasure poets praise proud prove SATAN Satire vi scene seat seem'd SERPENT shade shine sigh silent clock sing skies smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stars sweet taste tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt toil tongue truth Vincent Bourne virtue voice WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wings worth wretched