Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a Sketch of His Life by John Johnson, Volumen2E. Littlefield, 1841 |
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... death- And never smil'd again ! and now she roams The dreary waste ; there spends the livelong day , And there , unless when charity forbids , The livelong night . A tatter'd apron hides , Worn as a cloak , and hardly hides , a gown ...
... death- And never smil'd again ! and now she roams The dreary waste ; there spends the livelong day , And there , unless when charity forbids , The livelong night . A tatter'd apron hides , Worn as a cloak , and hardly hides , a gown ...
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... death On petty robbers , and indulges life , And liberty , and ofttimes honour too , To peculators of the public gold : That thieves at home must hang ; but he that puts Into his overgorg'd and bloated purse The wealth of Indian ...
... death On petty robbers , and indulges life , And liberty , and ofttimes honour too , To peculators of the public gold : That thieves at home must hang ; but he that puts Into his overgorg'd and bloated purse The wealth of Indian ...
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... death - bell of its own decease , And by the voice of all its elements 50 To preach the gen'ral doom . * When were the winds Let slip with such a warrant to destroy ? When did the waves so haughtily o'erleap Their ancient barriers ...
... death - bell of its own decease , And by the voice of all its elements 50 To preach the gen'ral doom . * When were the winds Let slip with such a warrant to destroy ? When did the waves so haughtily o'erleap Their ancient barriers ...
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... death , Fall prone the pale inhabitants come forth , And , happy in their unforeseen release From all the rigours of restraint , enjoy The terrours of the day that sets them free . 125 Who , then , that has thee , would not hold thee ...
... death , Fall prone the pale inhabitants come forth , And , happy in their unforeseen release From all the rigours of restraint , enjoy The terrours of the day that sets them free . 125 Who , then , that has thee , would not hold thee ...
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... death in distant shades . There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by th ' archers . In his side he bore , 105 110 And in his hands and feet , the cruel scars . With gentle force soliciting the darts , 115 He drew them forth ...
... death in distant shades . There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by th ' archers . In his side he bore , 105 110 And in his hands and feet , the cruel scars . With gentle force soliciting the darts , 115 He drew them forth ...
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beauty beneath boast breath call'd cause charms death delight design'd dicebox distant divine domestick dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel fieldfare flow'r folly form'd fruit give glory grace grave Guelder Rose hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Throckmorton JOSEPH HILL king labour learn'd less liberty liv'd live lost lov'd lyre magick man-The mind mounted best musick Nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasures plebeian pow'r praise proud prove publick rest sacred scene schools seek seem'd sensual World shine skies sleep smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet sweet oblivion task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas vex'd virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Página 30 - 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.
Página 30 - 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 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.
Página 183 - 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 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.
Página 129 - The Lord of all, himself through all diffused, Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
Página 12 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at once.
Página 144 - 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.
Página 29 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Página 125 - The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd ; Pleas'd with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence.