The Task: A Poem. In Six Books. To which is Added, Tirocinium: Or, A Review of SchoolsThomas Dobson, bookseller, in Second-Street, second door above Chesnut-Street, 1787 - 186 pages |
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... human ear . Ten thousand warblers chear the day , and one The live - long night : nor thefe alone whofe notes Nice - finger'd art muft emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim fublime In ftill repeated circles ...
... human ear . Ten thousand warblers chear the day , and one The live - long night : nor thefe alone whofe notes Nice - finger'd art muft emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim fublime In ftill repeated circles ...
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... human mould , fhould brutalize by choice His nature , and though capable of arts By which the world might profit and himself , Self - banish'd from fociety , prefer Such fqualid floth to honorable toil . Yet even these , though feigning ...
... human mould , fhould brutalize by choice His nature , and though capable of arts By which the world might profit and himself , Self - banish'd from fociety , prefer Such fqualid floth to honorable toil . Yet even these , though feigning ...
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... human nature's broadeft , fouleft blot , Chains him , and tasks him , and exacts his sweat à With stripes , that mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps when the fees inflicted on a beast . Then what is man ? And what man feeing this , And ...
... human nature's broadeft , fouleft blot , Chains him , and tasks him , and exacts his sweat à With stripes , that mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps when the fees inflicted on a beast . Then what is man ? And what man feeing this , And ...
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... human and of brute Multitudes , fugitive on ev'ry fide And fugitive in vain . The fylvan scene Migrates uplifted , and with all its foil Alighting in far distant fields , finds out A new poffeffor , and furvives the change . Ocean has ...
... human and of brute Multitudes , fugitive on ev'ry fide And fugitive in vain . The fylvan scene Migrates uplifted , and with all its foil Alighting in far distant fields , finds out A new poffeffor , and furvives the change . Ocean has ...
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... human hands . The pulpit therefore ( and I name it , fill'd With folemn awe , that bids me well beware With what intent I touch that holy thing ) The pulpit ( when the fat'rift has at last , : Strutting and vap'ring.in an empty school ...
... human hands . The pulpit therefore ( and I name it , fill'd With folemn awe , that bids me well beware With what intent I touch that holy thing ) The pulpit ( when the fat'rift has at last , : Strutting and vap'ring.in an empty school ...
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The Task: A Poem. in Six Books. to Which Is Added, Tirocinium: Or, a Review ... William Cowper No preview available - 2018 |
The Task: A Poem, in Six Books; To Which Is Added, Tirocinium, Or a Review ... William Cowper No preview available - 2017 |
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Page 30 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Page 144 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
Page 178 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain for us ! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy, Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Page 30 - Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys...
Page 171 - 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 178 - To stroke his azure neck, or to receive The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. All creatures worship man, and all mankind One Lord, one Father.
Page 179 - All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light ; the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, . And endless her increase. Thy rams are there, *Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there ; The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind, And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Page 43 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own — Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
Page 27 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Page 29 - Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own...