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... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to it's topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has it's charms , Though each it's hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to it's topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has it's charms , Though each it's hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
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... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
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... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art , ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart * Omai . And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here BOOK ...
... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art , ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart * Omai . And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here BOOK ...
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... softer still ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull'd by magic sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore ! True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , 50 BOOK II : THE TASK .
... softer still ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull'd by magic sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore ! True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , 50 BOOK II : THE TASK .
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... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels th ' anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such , the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels th ' anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such , the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast bramble breath call'd cause charms creatures dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human labour learn'd less liberty live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove quake rapture rest riddance rude rural sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine shrubs skies sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Page 196 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But...
Page 210 - The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth. Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Page 40 - 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 120 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent whether grief or joy.
Page 56 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 322 - 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 40 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Page 176 - Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume ; And we are weeds without it. All constraint, Except what wisdom lays on evil men, Is evil ; hurts the faculties, impedes Their progress in the road of science ; blinds The eyesight of Discovery ; and begets, In those that suffer it, a sordid mind Bestial, a meagre intellect, unfit To be the tenant of man's noble form.
Page 233 - 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 318 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!