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William Cowper. The fleeting forms of majesty engage Respect , while stalking o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask , with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings , whom Worship waits upon ...
William Cowper. The fleeting forms of majesty engage Respect , while stalking o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask , with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings , whom Worship waits upon ...
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... o'er the scene . All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar , Nature in arms , her elements at strife , The storms , that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land ...
... o'er the scene . All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar , Nature in arms , her elements at strife , The storms , that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land ...
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... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail : His books well - trimm'd and in the gayest style , Like regimental coxcombs , rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves ...
... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail : His books well - trimm'd and in the gayest style , Like regimental coxcombs , rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves ...
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... o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul , reposing on assured relief , Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like ...
... o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul , reposing on assured relief , Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like ...
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... o'er every country sown , With none on Earth that thou canst call thine own ; Cry aloud , thou that sittest in the dust , Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjust ; Knock at the gates of nations , rouse their fears ; Say wrath is ...
... o'er every country sown , With none on Earth that thou canst call thine own ; Cry aloud , thou that sittest in the dust , Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjust ; Knock at the gates of nations , rouse their fears ; Say wrath is ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids bless'd boast breath call'd cause charms delight design'd divine docet dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flowers folly form'd frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin labour land latives learn'd light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never night nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pity pleasure plebeian poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shew shine sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Página 261 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers.
Página 248 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Página 323 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Página 157 - 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 387 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile; There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore "Where tempests never beat nor billows roar;" And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Página 208 - Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul !) Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw.
Página 157 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more.
Página 248 - Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text; Cry — hem; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Página 211 - For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The -middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still. The...
Página 239 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles fall.