Poems: By William Cowper, ... In Two Volumes. ...J. Johnson, 1787 |
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... and if such as these , Muft follow royalty , then welcome cafe ; However humble and confin'd the fphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . B 4 D. Thuss A. Thus men whofe thoughts contemplative have dwelt , On TABLE TALK .
... and if such as these , Muft follow royalty , then welcome cafe ; However humble and confin'd the fphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . B 4 D. Thuss A. Thus men whofe thoughts contemplative have dwelt , On TABLE TALK .
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... state , Sport for a day and perish in a night , The foam upon the waters not fo light . Who judg'd the Pharifee ? What odious caufe Expos'd him to the vengeance of the laws ? Had he seduc'd a virgin , wrong'd a friend , Or stabb'd a man ...
... state , Sport for a day and perish in a night , The foam upon the waters not fo light . Who judg'd the Pharifee ? What odious caufe Expos'd him to the vengeance of the laws ? Had he seduc'd a virgin , wrong'd a friend , Or stabb'd a man ...
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... state , He may perhaps perhaps he may - too late . The path to blifs abounds with many a fnare , Learning is one , and wit , however rare : The Frenchman , first in literary fame , ( Mention him if you please - Voltaire ? the fame ) ...
... state , He may perhaps perhaps he may - too late . The path to blifs abounds with many a fnare , Learning is one , and wit , however rare : The Frenchman , first in literary fame , ( Mention him if you please - Voltaire ? the fame ) ...
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... state , .. Are fuch a dead preponderating weight , That endless bliss ( how strange foe'er it seem ) In counterpoife , flies up and kicks the beam . ' Tis open and ye cannot enter - why ?! Because ye will not , Conyers would : reply ...
... state , .. Are fuch a dead preponderating weight , That endless bliss ( how strange foe'er it seem ) In counterpoife , flies up and kicks the beam . ' Tis open and ye cannot enter - why ?! Because ye will not , Conyers would : reply ...
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... golden calves , their fathers fin , They fet up felf , that idol god within , View'd a Deliv'rer with difdain and hate , Who left them still a tributary state , Seiz'd faft his hand , held out to fet them Seiz'd EXPOSTULATION . 93.
... golden calves , their fathers fin , They fet up felf , that idol god within , View'd a Deliv'rer with difdain and hate , Who left them still a tributary state , Seiz'd faft his hand , held out to fet them Seiz'd EXPOSTULATION . 93.
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Page 234 - 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. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 234 - 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 261 - LITTLE inmate, full of mirth Chirping on my kitchen hearth. Wheresoe'er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet ; In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give.
Page 183 - That reaching home, the night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
Page 250 - Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong As much as I to spoil your song ; For 'twas the selfsame power divine Taught you.
Page 255 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Page 129 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropped upon his Bible was sincere : Assailed by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was, a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Page 166 - Ye powers who rule the tongue, if such there are, And make colloquial happiness your care, Preserve me from the thing I dread and hate, — A duel in the form of a debate.
Page 67 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Page 68 - He praised perhaps for ages yet to come, She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers, She safe in the simplicity of hers.