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William Cowper. And by the dangai at granda taj sat doen en gebeuren en naberet art and to nataknya Data debet I DEN METALMAet gedhe fame klanthus Pauluhnete na ar kokarende dated back on , mura taken d'altagslebygaan but mukang ker du ...
William Cowper. And by the dangai at granda taj sat doen en gebeuren en naberet art and to nataknya Data debet I DEN METALMAet gedhe fame klanthus Pauluhnete na ar kokarende dated back on , mura taken d'altagslebygaan but mukang ker du ...
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William Cowper. While Alfred's name , the father of his age , And the Sixth Edward's grace th ' historick page . A. Kings then at last have but the lot of all : By their own conduct they must stand or fall 165 B. True . While they live ...
William Cowper. While Alfred's name , the father of his age , And the Sixth Edward's grace th ' historick page . A. Kings then at last have but the lot of all : By their own conduct they must stand or fall 165 B. True . While they live ...
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William Cowper. All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar : Nature in arms , her elements at strife , The storms that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a gulty land ...
William Cowper. All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar : Nature in arms , her elements at strife , The storms that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a gulty land ...
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William Cowper. And like a scatter'd seed at random sown , Was left to spring by vigour of his own . Lifted at length , by dignity of thought And dint of genius to an affluent lot , He laid his head in Luxury's soft lap , And took , too ...
William Cowper. And like a scatter'd seed at random sown , Was left to spring by vigour of his own . Lifted at length , by dignity of thought And dint of genius to an affluent lot , He laid his head in Luxury's soft lap , And took , too ...
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William Cowper. Else on the fatalist's unrighteous plan , Say to what bar amenable were man ? With nought in charge he could betray no trust ; And , if he fell , would fall because he must : 30 If Love reward him , or if Vengeance strike ...
William Cowper. Else on the fatalist's unrighteous plan , Say to what bar amenable were man ? With nought in charge he could betray no trust ; And , if he fell , would fall because he must : 30 If Love reward him , or if Vengeance strike ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath boast breast breath call'd cause charms Cowper daugh dear death delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth Eartham ease East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd give glory grace groves hand Happisburgh happy hast Hayley heard heart Heav'n honour hope human Iliad John Gilpin labour lady Hesketh live lov'd lyre magick mind muse musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newport Pagnel night nymphs o'er once pain pass'd 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 sighs sight skies smile song soon soul sound spirit stamp'd stream sweet taste thee theme thine thought toil truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Page 239 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case. Said John, It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Page 30 - Just estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
Page 178 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 182 - A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
Page 112 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Page 251 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay ; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away ; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
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 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 178 - Lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Page 125 - The night was winter in his roughest mood; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.