The Poems of William CowperErnest Fleischer, 1828 - 427 páginas |
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... Hope 75 Charity 96 Conversation 114 Retirement 139 THE TASK , IN SIX BOOKS 161 Book 1. The Sofa 162 2 . The Time - piece 184 3 . The Garden 207 4 . The Winter Evening 230 5 . The Winter Morning Walk 252 6. The Winter Walk at Noon 277 ...
... Hope 75 Charity 96 Conversation 114 Retirement 139 THE TASK , IN SIX BOOKS 161 Book 1. The Sofa 162 2 . The Time - piece 184 3 . The Garden 207 4 . The Winter Evening 230 5 . The Winter Morning Walk 252 6. The Winter Walk at Noon 277 ...
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... hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeign'd , To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ; To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty ...
... hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeign'd , To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ; To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty ...
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... hope to look upon their like again . A. Are we , then , left ? -B . Not wholly in the dark ; Wit now and then , struck smartly , shows a spark , Sufficient to redeem the modern race From total night and absolute disgrace . While servile ...
... hope to look upon their like again . A. Are we , then , left ? -B . Not wholly in the dark ; Wit now and then , struck smartly , shows a spark , Sufficient to redeem the modern race From total night and absolute disgrace . While servile ...
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... hope invites despair ; No mock'ry meets you , no deception there . The spells and charms , that blinded you before , All vanish there , and fascinate no more . I am no preacher , let this hint suffice— The cross , once seen , is death ...
... hope invites despair ; No mock'ry meets you , no deception there . The spells and charms , that blinded you before , All vanish there , and fascinate no more . I am no preacher , let this hint suffice— The cross , once seen , is death ...
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... hope who never had a fear ; And he that never doubted of his state , He may perhaps - perhaps he may -- too late . The path to bliss abounds with many a snare ; Learning is one , and wit , however rare . The Frenchman , first in ...
... hope who never had a fear ; And he that never doubted of his state , He may perhaps - perhaps he may -- too late . The path to bliss abounds with many a snare ; Learning is one , and wit , however rare . The Frenchman , first in ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids blest boast breath call'd cause charg'd charms death Deist delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fill'd fire flow'r folly form'd frown give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour human John Gilpin land learn'd light lov'd lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once peace perhaps pine-apples pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Página 183 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Página 408 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 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.
Página 377 - 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 377 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Página 376 - 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.
Página 395 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Página 400 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.
Página 277 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd : Pleased with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below.
Página 231 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat. To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Página 277 - Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view th' embattled tow'r, Whence all the music.