Selections from Cowper's PoemsMacmillan, 1883 - 234 páginas |
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... Thou Me ? Retirement Grace and Providence The Waiting Soul • Light shining out of Darkness PAGE · 99 100 ΙΟΙ 102 105 107 109 111 112 113 114 115 117 118 120 122 128 130 • 131 132 137 139 141 142 144 147 151 152 153 154 155 · 156 • 157 ...
... Thou Me ? Retirement Grace and Providence The Waiting Soul • Light shining out of Darkness PAGE · 99 100 ΙΟΙ 102 105 107 109 111 112 113 114 115 117 118 120 122 128 130 • 131 132 137 139 141 142 144 147 151 152 153 154 155 · 156 • 157 ...
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... thou art born sole heir and single Of dear Mat Prior's easy jingle ; Nor that I mean , while thus I knit My threadbare sentiments together , To show my genius or my wit , When God and you know I have neither ; Or such , as might be ...
... thou art born sole heir and single Of dear Mat Prior's easy jingle ; Nor that I mean , while thus I knit My threadbare sentiments together , To show my genius or my wit , When God and you know I have neither ; Or such , as might be ...
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... thou art she . My mother ! when I learnt that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me , though ...
... thou art she . My mother ! when I learnt that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me , though ...
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... thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , grieved themselves at my concern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return ...
... thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , grieved themselves at my concern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return ...
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... thou so much , That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again . Thou , as a gallant bark from Albion's coast ( The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd ) Shoots into port at some well - haven'd ...
... thou so much , That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again . Thou , as a gallant bark from Albion's coast ( The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd ) Shoots into port at some well - haven'd ...
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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.