The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volume 2William Pickering, 1830 |
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... feet hung dangling down , Anxious in vain to find the distant floor . These for the rich ; the rest , whom Fate had placed In modest mediocrity , content With base materials , sat on well tann'd hides , 4 B. I. THE TASK .
... feet hung dangling down , Anxious in vain to find the distant floor . These for the rich ; the rest , whom Fate had placed In modest mediocrity , content With base materials , sat on well tann'd hides , 4 B. I. THE TASK .
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... rest To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . Not such the alert and active . Measure life By its true worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seems worthy of the name . Good health , and , its associate in the most ...
... rest To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . Not such the alert and active . Measure life By its true worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seems worthy of the name . Good health , and , its associate in the most ...
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... rest , and with most cause , Thee , gentle savage ! * whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity , perhaps , Or else vainglory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bowers , to show thee here With what superior skill we can ...
... rest , and with most cause , Thee , gentle savage ! * whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity , perhaps , Or else vainglory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bowers , to show thee here With what superior skill we can ...
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... rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and sickly eye To wait the close of all ? But grant her end More distant , and that prophecy demands A longer respite ...
... rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and sickly eye To wait the close of all ? But grant her end More distant , and that prophecy demands A longer respite ...
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... rest are sober dreamers , grave and wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom His own coevals took but ...
... rest are sober dreamers , grave and wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom His own coevals took but ...
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Page 254 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession! but the record fair That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Page 34 - As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast : Then what is man ? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not "blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man...
Page 255 - 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.
Page 77 - How various his employments, whom the world Calls idle ; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too ! • Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, Delightful industry...
Page 34 - We have no slaves at home : — Then why abroad ? And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us are emancipate and loosed. 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 256 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Page 213 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Page 164 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men ; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude, unprofitable mass, (The mere materials with which Wisdom builds) Till smoothed, and squared, and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud, that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Page 247 - Other Romans shall arise Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. Then...
Page 98 - 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.