The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Band 2William Pickering, 1830 |
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... silent course . Nature inanimate employs sweet sounds , But animated nature sweeter still , To soothe and satisfy the human ear . Ten thousand warblers cheer the day , and one The livelong night : nor these alone , whose notes THE SOFA . 9.
... silent course . Nature inanimate employs sweet sounds , But animated nature sweeter still , To soothe and satisfy the human ear . Ten thousand warblers cheer the day , and one The livelong night : nor these alone , whose notes THE SOFA . 9.
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William Cowper. The livelong night : nor these alone , whose notes Nice - finger'd Art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles , screaming loud , The jay , the pie , and e'en the ...
William Cowper. The livelong night : nor these alone , whose notes Nice - finger'd Art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles , screaming loud , The jay , the pie , and e'en the ...
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... nights without a groan . By ceaseless action all that is subsists . Constant rotation of the unwearied wheel That Nature rides upon maintains her health , Her beauty , her fertility . She dreads An instant's pause , and lives but while ...
... nights without a groan . By ceaseless action all that is subsists . Constant rotation of the unwearied wheel That Nature rides upon maintains her health , Her beauty , her fertility . She dreads An instant's pause , and lives but while ...
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... night . A tatter'd apron hides , Worn as a cloak , and hardly hides , a gown More tatter'd still ; and both but ill conceal A bosom heaved with never ceasing sighs . She begs an idle pin of all she meets , And hoards them in her sleeve ...
... night . A tatter'd apron hides , Worn as a cloak , and hardly hides , a gown More tatter'd still ; and both but ill conceal A bosom heaved with never ceasing sighs . She begs an idle pin of all she meets , And hoards them in her sleeve ...
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... well prepared To dream all night of what the day denied . Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Disinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not THE SOFA . 25.
... well prepared To dream all night of what the day denied . Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Disinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not THE SOFA . 25.
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Æsop Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast breath call'd cause charms creatures death delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease fair fame fancy farewell flight fear feed feel fieldfare flowers folly form'd fruit grace grave hand happy happy prisoners hast heard heart Heaven high raised honour hope infant sorrows John Throckmorton labour learn'd less life's live lyre mind mischief mounted best muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never numbers o'er once pass'd peace perhaps play pleasure plebeian praise prize proud prove rest sacred scene schools seek seem'd sensual world shade shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste taste Of evils thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth vex'd virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER winds winter wisdom wise wisely store wonder worth youth
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Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 247 - Other Romans shall arise Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. Then...
Seite 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.