Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a Sketch of His Life by John JohnsonPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - 785 pages |
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... worth , with all its gold and gtt'ring store , Just what the toy will sell for , and no more . Oh ! bright occasions of dispensing good , How seldom used , how little understood ! To pour in Virtue's lap her just reward ; Keep vice ...
... worth , with all its gold and gtt'ring store , Just what the toy will sell for , and no more . Oh ! bright occasions of dispensing good , How seldom used , how little understood ! To pour in Virtue's lap her just reward ; Keep vice ...
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... worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie ; The lie that flatters I abhor the most . 85 Those arts be theirs , who hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to fain . 90 A. Your smooth ...
... worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie ; The lie that flatters I abhor the most . 85 Those arts be theirs , who hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to fain . 90 A. Your smooth ...
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... worth the search , may yet eludu Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . 205 They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seck it in his climate and his frame . Lib'ral in all things else , yet Nature here With stern severity deals ...
... worth the search , may yet eludu Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . 205 They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seck it in his climate and his frame . Lib'ral in all things else , yet Nature here With stern severity deals ...
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... , 325 330 And fierce Licentiousness should bear the blame . Incomparable gem ! thy worth untold ; Cheap , tho ' blood - bought , and thrown away when sold , May no foes ravish thee , and no false friend TABLE TALK . 19.
... , 325 330 And fierce Licentiousness should bear the blame . Incomparable gem ! thy worth untold ; Cheap , tho ' blood - bought , and thrown away when sold , May no foes ravish thee , and no false friend TABLE TALK . 19.
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... worth , Courage ungrac'd by these , affronts the skies , Is but the fire without the sacrifice . 370 375 The stream , that feeds the well - spring of the heart , 380 Not more invigorates life's noblest part , Than Virtue quickens with a ...
... worth , Courage ungrac'd by these , affronts the skies , Is but the fire without the sacrifice . 370 375 The stream , that feeds the well - spring of the heart , 380 Not more invigorates life's noblest part , Than Virtue quickens with a ...
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POEMS BY WILLIAM COWPER ESQ William 1731-1800 Cowper,John 1769-1833 Johnson No preview available - 2016 |
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beneath boast Bodham breast breath Cacus call'd charms Cowper death delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth Eartham ease East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly form'd friendship give glory grace groves hand happy hast Hayley hear heart Heav'n honour hope hour human John Gilpin John Throckmorton Joseph Hill labour lady Hesketh learn'd lyre magick mind muse musick nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once pain peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r prove publick rest rude sacred scene scorn seem'd shade shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound spirit Stamp'd stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wisdom worth youth
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Page 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 240 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Page 182 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where 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.
Page 183 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Page 179 - 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 252 - Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them ; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld ; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repell'd ; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried
Page 251 - Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destined wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left.
Page 240 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Page 184 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renew'd the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And...
Page 120 - Terrestrial, in the vast and the minute, The unambiguous footsteps of the God Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing, And wheels His throne upon the rolling worlds.