Poems, with a memoir of the author1847 |
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... thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone . the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if ...
... thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone . the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if ...
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... thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay , Undaunted still , though wearied and perplex'd ; Once Chatham saved ...
... thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay , Undaunted still , though wearied and perplex'd ; Once Chatham saved ...
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... thou ( a sacrilege his soul abhors ) Claim'd all the glory of thy prosperous wars ? Proud of thy fleets and armies , stolen the gem Of his just praise , to lavish it on them ? Hast thou not learn'd , what thou art often told , A truth ...
... thou ( a sacrilege his soul abhors ) Claim'd all the glory of thy prosperous wars ? Proud of thy fleets and armies , stolen the gem Of his just praise , to lavish it on them ? Hast thou not learn'd , what thou art often told , A truth ...
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... Thou self - entitled ruler of the main , To trace thee to the date when yon fair sea , That clips thy shores , had ... art ; And God's disposing providence confess'd , Obduracy itself must yield the rest- Then thou art bound to serve him ...
... Thou self - entitled ruler of the main , To trace thee to the date when yon fair sea , That clips thy shores , had ... art ; And God's disposing providence confess'd , Obduracy itself must yield the rest- Then thou art bound to serve him ...
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... art thou wiser now ? Prove it - if better , I submit , and bow . Wisdom and goodness are twin - born , one heart ... thy darkness is made light , Thy chaos order , and thy weakness might ; And He , whose power mere nullity obeys , Who ...
... art thou wiser now ? Prove it - if better , I submit , and bow . Wisdom and goodness are twin - born , one heart ... thy darkness is made light , Thy chaos order , and thy weakness might ; And He , whose power mere nullity obeys , Who ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alexander Selkirk ANTISTROPHE beneath bless'd bliss boast breath call'd cause charms Clodio Cowper dear death delight divine dread dream Dryope e'en earth ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fatal egg Faunus fear feel fire flowers folly form'd frown give glory grace groves hand happy hast hear heart Heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin learn'd light live Lord lost lyre mind muse nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once pain Parnassian pass'd peace Phoebus pleasure poet's pow'r praise pride prove rest sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shew shine shore sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound stamp'd storm of passion stream sweet taste thee theme thine thou art thought tongue trifler truth Twas uret verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Página 502 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Página 159 - 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. O 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.
Página 203 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might, His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Página 302 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel But who with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —
Página 207 - Stop thief, stop thief — a highwayman ! Not one of them was mute, And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space, The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Página 160 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace,...
Página 56 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store: Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding and no wit, Receives no praise; but though her lot be such, (Toilsome and indigent) she renders much; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true — A truth the brilliant...
Página 202 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs —
Página 231 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Página 230 - 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...