The poetical works of William Cowper, Band 2W. Pickering, 1853 |
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... seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and fickly eye To wait the clofe of all ? But grant her end More diftant , and that prophecy demands A longer refpite , unaccomplish'd yet ; Still they are frowning fignals , and bespeak Displeasure ...
... seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and fickly eye To wait the clofe of all ? But grant her end More diftant , and that prophecy demands A longer refpite , unaccomplish'd yet ; Still they are frowning fignals , and bespeak Displeasure ...
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... seem To him that leads it , wife and to be praised ; But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in ftill water and beneath clear fkies . He that is ever occupied in ftorms , Or dives not for it , or brings up instead , Vainly ...
... seem To him that leads it , wife and to be praised ; But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in ftill water and beneath clear fkies . He that is ever occupied in ftorms , Or dives not for it , or brings up instead , Vainly ...
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... seem to fmile at what they need not fear . The amomum there with intermingling flowers And cherries hangs her twigs . Geranium boafts Her crimson honours ; and the fpangled beau , Ficoides , glitters bright the winter long . All plants ...
... seem to fmile at what they need not fear . The amomum there with intermingling flowers And cherries hangs her twigs . Geranium boafts Her crimson honours ; and the fpangled beau , Ficoides , glitters bright the winter long . All plants ...
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... seem'st , And dreaded as thou art ! Thou hold'st the fun A prisoner in the yet undawning East , Shortening his journey between morn and noon , And hurrying him , impatient of his stay , Down to the rofy Weft ; but kindly still ...
... seem'st , And dreaded as thou art ! Thou hold'st the fun A prisoner in the yet undawning East , Shortening his journey between morn and noon , And hurrying him , impatient of his stay , Down to the rofy Weft ; but kindly still ...
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William Cowper John Mitford. Of those that bear them , in whatever cause , Seem most at variance with all moral good , And incompatible with serious thought . The clown , the child of nature , without guile , Bleft with an infant's ...
William Cowper John Mitford. Of those that bear them , in whatever cause , Seem most at variance with all moral good , And incompatible with serious thought . The clown , the child of nature , without guile , Bleft with an infant's ...
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againſt amuſed aſk Becauſe beneath beſt boaſt cauſe cloſe courſe diſtant divine dream e'en earth eaſe elfe eſcape facred fafe fame faſhion fave fecure feed feek feel feem fhall fhining fide fighs fight filent fince firſt flower fome fong foon form'd foul ftill fuch fupply fure glory grace happineſs heart Heaven himſelf houſe itſelf juſt laſt leaſt lefs leſs loft Lord loſe meaſure mind moſt mufic muſt nature Nebaioth never o'er once paſs peace pleaſe pleaſures praiſe promiſe purpoſe raiſed reft reſt riſe ſcene ſchools ſeaſon ſee ſeek ſeems ſeen ſerve ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſhort ſhould ſhow ſkies ſkill ſmall ſmile ſome ſpare ſpeak ſpirit ſport ſpread ſtands ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſtrength ſtroke ſuch ſweet taſk taſte thee themſelves theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand treaſure truth uſe virtue whofe whoſe wiſdom wiſh worth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 32 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; * if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles, fall.
Seite 252 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun : It gives a light to every age ; It gives, but borrows none.
Seite 176 - 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.
Seite 91 - tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...
Seite 221 - Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Seite 92 - 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.
Seite 170 - The sum is this : If man's convenience, health, Or safety, interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all, the meanest things that are, As free to live and to enjoy that life As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Seite 44 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Seite 346 - Puss was tamed by gentle usage; Tiney was not to be tamed at all ; and Bess had a courage and confidence that made him tame from the beginning. I always admitted them into the parlour after supper, when, the carpet affording their feet a firm hold, they would frisk, and bound, and play a thousand gambols...
Seite 27 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...