Selections from Cowper's PoemsMacmillan, 1883 - 234 páginas |
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... tell them truths divine and clear , Which , couched in prose , they will not hear ; Who labour hard to allure and draw The loiterers I never saw , Should feel that itching and that tingling With all my purpose intermingling , To your ...
... tell them truths divine and clear , Which , couched in prose , they will not hear ; Who labour hard to allure and draw The loiterers I never saw , Should feel that itching and that tingling With all my purpose intermingling , To your ...
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... tell how vast the plan Which this day's incident began ? Too small , perhaps , the slight occasion For our dim - sighted observation ; It pass'd unnoticed , as the bird That cleaves the yielding air unheard , And yet may prove when ...
... tell how vast the plan Which this day's incident began ? Too small , perhaps , the slight occasion For our dim - sighted observation ; It pass'd unnoticed , as the bird That cleaves the yielding air unheard , And yet may prove when ...
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... , Fulfilled with ease had you been so inclined , But to comply with feelings , and to give Proof of an old affection still alive . Your sullen silence serves at least to tell Your altered AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL . 35 The Valediction.
... , Fulfilled with ease had you been so inclined , But to comply with feelings , and to give Proof of an old affection still alive . Your sullen silence serves at least to tell Your altered AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL . 35 The Valediction.
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William Cowper (the Poet.) Your sullen silence serves at least to tell Your altered heart ; and so , my lord , farewell ! Next , busy actor on a meaner stage , Amusement - monger of a trifling age , Illustrious histrionic patentee ...
William Cowper (the Poet.) Your sullen silence serves at least to tell Your altered heart ; and so , my lord , farewell ! Next , busy actor on a meaner stage , Amusement - monger of a trifling age , Illustrious histrionic patentee ...
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... tell me of enjoyments past , And those of sorrows yet to come . TO WILLIAM HAYLEY , ESQ . HAYLEY , thy tenderness fraternal , shown , In our first interview , delightful guest ! To Mary , and me for her dear sake distressed , Such as it ...
... tell me of enjoyments past , And those of sorrows yet to come . TO WILLIAM HAYLEY , ESQ . HAYLEY , thy tenderness fraternal , shown , In our first interview , delightful guest ! To Mary , and me for her dear sake distressed , Such as it ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Beau marked beauty beneath birds Book charms clouds COVENTRY PATMORE Cowper cried dear death delight distant divine dream earth ease fame fancy farewell fast fear feel flagged admiral flew flocks flower FRANCIS TURNER Palgrave Gilpin grace half happy harmony Harrow School heard heart Heaven HEIR OF REDCLYFFE homeless birds hope John Gilpin king knew knows labour land light live Lord lyre MARK LEMON mind muse nature Nature's never Nose o'er once peace perhaps play pleasure poet poet's poor praise scene scorn seems Selected and arranged shade shine sight silent SIR NOEL PATON skies smile song soon soul sound storm stout spurs sway sweet Task tear thee theme thine thou hast thought thy growth toil tongue truth Twas verse virtue WARREN HASTINGS whate'er WILLIAM ALLINGHAM wind winter wonder youth
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Página 24 - 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 th
Página 156 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 129 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Página 231 - THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF THE BEST SONGS AND LYRICAL POEMS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. Selected and arranged, with Notes, by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE.
Página 80 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Página 218 - His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. — Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tears that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main: But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more.
Página 79 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more...
Página 131 - How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on.
Página 167 - Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty, screaming, came down stairs, The wine is left behind ! Good lack ! quoth he — yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Página 137 - The Lord of all, himself through all diffused, Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.