The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volumen2William Pickering, 1830 |
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... soul , Reproach their owner with that love of 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 ...
... soul , Reproach their owner with that love of 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 ...
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... soul is sick , with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd . There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart , It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at ...
... soul is sick , with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd . There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart , It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at ...
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... soul I loathe All affectation . ' Tis my perfect scorn ; Object of my implacable disgust . What ! —will a man play tricks , will he indulge A silly fond conceit of his fair form , And just proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face ...
... soul I loathe All affectation . ' Tis my perfect scorn ; Object of my implacable disgust . What ! —will a man play tricks , will he indulge A silly fond conceit of his fair form , And just proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face ...
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... soul ; To break a jest , when pity would inspire Pathetic exhortation ; and to address The skittish fancy with facetious tales , When sent with God's commission to the heart ! So did not Paul . Direct me to a quip Or merry turn in all ...
... soul ; To break a jest , when pity would inspire Pathetic exhortation ; and to address The skittish fancy with facetious tales , When sent with God's commission to the heart ! So did not Paul . Direct me to a quip Or merry turn in all ...
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... souls to mine . God never meant that man should scale the Heavens By strides of human wisdom . In his works , Though wondrous , he commands us in his word To seek him rather where his mercy shines . The mind indeed , enlighten'd from ...
... souls to mine . God never meant that man should scale the Heavens By strides of human wisdom . In his works , Though wondrous , he commands us in his word To seek him rather where his mercy shines . The mind indeed , enlighten'd from ...
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 247 - Other Romans shall arise Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. Then...
Página 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.