The Cowper Anthology: 1775-1800 A. D.Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1901 - 335 páginas |
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... bosom their image receives ! Twelve years had elapsed , since I last took a view Of my favourite field , and the bank where they grew ; When , behold ! on their sides , in the grass , they were laid ; And I sat on the trees , under ...
... bosom their image receives ! Twelve years had elapsed , since I last took a view Of my favourite field , and the bank where they grew ; When , behold ! on their sides , in the grass , they were laid ; And I sat on the trees , under ...
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... bosom prest The herb , as soft ; while nibbling strayed the rest : Nor noise was heard but of the hasty brook , Struggling , detained in many a petty nook . All seemed so peaceful , that , from them conveyed , To me their peace by kind ...
... bosom prest The herb , as soft ; while nibbling strayed the rest : Nor noise was heard but of the hasty brook , Struggling , detained in many a petty nook . All seemed so peaceful , that , from them conveyed , To me their peace by kind ...
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... mantle clad , Thy snawie bosom sun - ward spread , Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ! But now the share uptears thy bed , And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid , Sweet flow'ret 78 Robert Burns .
... mantle clad , Thy snawie bosom sun - ward spread , Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ! But now the share uptears thy bed , And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid , Sweet flow'ret 78 Robert Burns .
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... bosom , has torn ! How foolish , or worse , till our summit is gain'd ! And downward , how weaken'd ! how darken'd ! how pain'd ! Life is not worth having , with all it can give ! For something beyond it , poor Man , sure , must live ...
... bosom , has torn ! How foolish , or worse , till our summit is gain'd ! And downward , how weaken'd ! how darken'd ! how pain'd ! Life is not worth having , with all it can give ! For something beyond it , poor Man , sure , must live ...
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... bosom has blest , The brightest o ' Beauty may cloy when possest ! But the sweet yellow darlings , wi ' GEORDIE imprest , The langer ye ha'e them , the mair they're carest ! Then hey , for a Lass wi ' a tocher ! & c . THE BRAW WOOER ...
... bosom has blest , The brightest o ' Beauty may cloy when possest ! But the sweet yellow darlings , wi ' GEORDIE imprest , The langer ye ha'e them , the mair they're carest ! Then hey , for a Lass wi ' a tocher ! & c . THE BRAW WOOER ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ANTHOLOGY auld lang syne Baroness Nairne beauty beneath bless boatie rows bonie bosom braw breast breath bright BURNS buy my caller caller herrin charms cheerful CHRISTABEL Cockpen COWPER Crown 8vo dance dear e'en Echoing Green Edited ev'ry Extra fcap eyes fair fear flower frae gentle GERALDINE grow the rashes gude hath hear heart Heaven Highland Laddie hill hour India Paper JOHN kiss Lady Laird Lassie laugh lo'e look Lover Lyrical Ballads Maid MARY maun merry morning ne'er never night Nymph o'er Oxford India Paper pain PINDAR pleasure Poems poor rose round S. T. COLERIDGE Scots Musical Museum sigh sing smile Song sorrow soul sweet tear tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas VIII W. W. SKEAT weary weel Wha'll buy wild wind Wolcot woods Youth
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Página 173 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 253 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Página 241 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Página 167 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 70 - Then kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There, ever bask in uncreated rays ; No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 245 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Página 175 - ... tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Página 171 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: 319 While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
Página 58 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Página 259 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.