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... self proclaimed in a gazette Chief monster , that has plagued the nations yet : -
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplaced , Those ensigns of dominion ,
how disgraced ! : : . . The glass that bids man ' mark the fleeting hour , And death
...
... self proclaimed in a gazette Chief monster , that has plagued the nations yet : -
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplaced , Those ensigns of dominion ,
how disgraced ! : : . . The glass that bids man ' mark the fleeting hour , And death
...
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To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty bids him
draw ; To sheath it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory
bestows ; Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ; Blest England , if this ...
To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty bids him
draw ; To sheath it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory
bestows ; Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ; Blest England , if this ...
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Thus happiness depends , as nature shows , Less on exterior things than most
suppose . Vigilant over all that he has made , Kind Providence attends with
gracious aid ; , ' Bids equity throughout his works prevail , And weighs ...
Thus happiness depends , as nature shows , Less on exterior things than most
suppose . Vigilant over all that he has made , Kind Providence attends with
gracious aid ; , ' Bids equity throughout his works prevail , And weighs ...
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The storms , that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land ,
And waste it at the bidding of his hand . . . He gives the word , and mutiny soon
roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all ...
The storms , that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land ,
And waste it at the bidding of his hand . . . He gives the word , and mutiny soon
roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all ...
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Go fool ; and , arm in arm with Clodio , plead Your cause before a bar you , little
dread ; But know , the law , that bids the drunkard die , Is far too just to pass the
trifler by . Both baby - featured , and of infant size , Viewed from a distance , and ...
Go fool ; and , arm in arm with Clodio , plead Your cause before a bar you , little
dread ; But know , the law , that bids the drunkard die , Is far too just to pass the
trifler by . Both baby - featured , and of infant size , Viewed from a distance , and ...
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Página 277 - His long red cloak, well brushed 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 galled him in his seat. So "Fair and softly...
Página 276 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew Would trouble him much more.
Página 207 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Página 279 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound...
Página 280 - 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!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.
Página 230 - LADY. SWEET stream, that 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 does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
Página 225 - And it seemed, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapped it ; it fell to the ground. And such...
Página 183 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright ; The screws reversed (a task which if He please God in a moment executes with ease) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till He tune them, all their power and use.
Página 209 - And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Página 283 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Poems, Volumen 1 Poems, William Cowper |
| Autor | William Cowper |
| Publicado en | 1806 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 25 Sep 2006 |
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