The Poems of William CowperClark, Austin & Company, 1849 - 491 pages |
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... Cause won , 461 462 463 464 465 466 467 469 470 471 ib 472 473 474 XV . The Silk Worm , 475 XVI . The Innocent Thief , 476 XVII . Denner's Old Woman , 477 XVIII . The Tears of a Painter , ib XIX . The Maze , - 478 XX . No Sorrow ...
... Cause won , 461 462 463 464 465 466 467 469 470 471 ib 472 473 474 XV . The Silk Worm , 475 XVI . The Innocent Thief , 476 XVII . Denner's Old Woman , 477 XVIII . The Tears of a Painter , ib XIX . The Maze , - 478 XX . No Sorrow ...
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... cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless of all the anxiety he feels , Hook disappointment on the public wheels ; With all their flippant fluency of tongue , Most confident when palpably most wrong ; If this be kingly ...
... cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless of all the anxiety he feels , Hook disappointment on the public wheels ; With all their flippant fluency of tongue , Most confident when palpably most wrong ; If this be kingly ...
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... cause , tho ' worth the search , may yet elude Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all things else , yet Nature here With stern ...
... cause , tho ' worth the search , may yet elude Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all things else , yet Nature here With stern ...
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... cause mankind can have at stake : - Religion , virtue , truth , whate'er we call A blessing - freedom is the pledge of all . O Liberty the prisoner's pleasing dream , The poet's muse , his passion , and his theme 16 TABLE TALK .
... cause mankind can have at stake : - Religion , virtue , truth , whate'er we call A blessing - freedom is the pledge of all . O Liberty the prisoner's pleasing dream , The poet's muse , his passion , and his theme 16 TABLE TALK .
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... cause I grat An English poet's privilege to rant ; But is not Freedom - at least is not ours Too apt to play the wanton with her powers , Grow freakish , and , o'erleaping every mound , Spread anarchy and terror all around ? B. Agreed ...
... cause I grat An English poet's privilege to rant ; But is not Freedom - at least is not ours Too apt to play the wanton with her powers , Grow freakish , and , o'erleaping every mound , Spread anarchy and terror all around ? B. Agreed ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids blest blooming groves boast breast breath cause charms dear death delight divine dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fieldfare flowers folly frown give glory grace hand happy happy prisoners hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour INNER TEMPLE John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour land life's light live lost lyre mankind mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once Parnassian peace perhaps pheme pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest sacred scene scorn seek seems shade shine sigh sight silent clock skies smile song soon soul sound stream sweet taste tears telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil trembling trifler truth Twas virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Page 339 - 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.
Page 340 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, 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.
Page 295 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs, Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Page 382 - And every soul cried out, 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!
Page 385 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Page 187 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
Page 274 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers : his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all.
Page 236 - And gathering, at short notice, in one group The family dispersed, and fixing thought, Not less dispersed by daylight and its cares. I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, homeborn happiness, And all the comforts, that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
Page 457 - And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
Page 384 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit." "But let me scrape the dirt away, That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.