The Works of Cowper and Thomson: Including Many Letters and Poems Never Before Published in this Country : with a New and Interesting Memoir of the Life of ThomsonLippincott, Grambo & Company, 1851 - 537 pages |
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... Labour and when Dullness , club in hand , Like the two figures at St. Dunstan's stand , Beating alternately , in measured time , The clock - work tintinabulum of rhyme , Exact and regular the sounds will be ; But such mere quarter ...
... Labour and when Dullness , club in hand , Like the two figures at St. Dunstan's stand , Beating alternately , in measured time , The clock - work tintinabulum of rhyme , Exact and regular the sounds will be ; But such mere quarter ...
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... labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like the polished share . Ploughs up the roots of a believer's care , Kills too the flow'ry weeds , where'er they grow , That bind the ...
... labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like the polished share . Ploughs up the roots of a believer's care , Kills too the flow'ry weeds , where'er they grow , That bind the ...
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... Labour sweats in vain , War lays a burden on the reeling state , And peace does nothing to relieve the weight ; Successive loads succeeding broils impose , And sighing millions prophesy the close . Is adverse Providence , when pondered ...
... Labour sweats in vain , War lays a burden on the reeling state , And peace does nothing to relieve the weight ; Successive loads succeeding broils impose , And sighing millions prophesy the close . Is adverse Providence , when pondered ...
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... labour , and man's weakness such , Pleasure is labour too , and tires as much . The very sense of it foregoes its use , By repetition palled , by age obtuse . Youth lost in dissipation we deplore , Through life's sad remnant , what no ...
... labour , and man's weakness such , Pleasure is labour too , and tires as much . The very sense of it foregoes its use , By repetition palled , by age obtuse . Youth lost in dissipation we deplore , Through life's sad remnant , what no ...
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... labour they , nor time nor talents waste , In sorting flowers to suit a fickle taste ; But while they speak the wisdom of the skics , Which art can only darken and disguise , Repays their work - the gleaning only mine . Charity . Quo ...
... labour they , nor time nor talents waste , In sorting flowers to suit a fickle taste ; But while they speak the wisdom of the skics , Which art can only darken and disguise , Repays their work - the gleaning only mine . Charity . Quo ...
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beauty beneath blank verse blessing boast cause charms Christian COWPER dear cousin DEAR FRIEND delight divine dream e'en earth eyes fair fancy favour fear feel flowers folly give glory grace hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour Huntingdon John Gilpin JOHN NEWTON JOSEPH HILL labour lady least less letter live Lord lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never NEWTON night numbers nymph o'er occasion Olney once pain palæstra Parnassian peace perhaps pleased pleasure poet poor praise pride prove scene scorn Scripture seems shine sight skies smile song soon soul suppose sure sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine things thou thought toil trifler true truth Twas verse Vincent Bourne virtue waste WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM UNWIN wisdom wish wonder worth write
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Page 133 - 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 passed into the skies.
Page 47 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Page 125 - Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
Page 132 - 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 131 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. " Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Page 172 - For what is our hope or joy or crown of rejoicing ? are not even ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming ? For ye are our glory and joy.
Page 124 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. "My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 125 - Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride, But soon came down again; For saddletree scarce...
Page 133 - Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no — what here we call our life is such. So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Page 61 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.