PoemsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1854 |
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... falls like an inverted cone , Wanting its proper base to stand upon . Man made for kings ! those opticks are but dim , 55 That tell you so - say , rather , they for him . That were indeed a king - ennobling thought , Could they , or ...
... falls like an inverted cone , Wanting its proper base to stand upon . Man made for kings ! those opticks are but dim , 55 That tell you so - say , rather , they for him . That were indeed a king - ennobling thought , Could they , or ...
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... fall 165 B. True . While they live . the courtly laureat pays His quit - rent ode , his peppercorn of praise ; 110 And inɩny a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite : A subject's faults a subject ...
... fall 165 B. True . While they live . the courtly laureat pays His quit - rent ode , his peppercorn of praise ; 110 And inɩny a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite : A subject's faults a subject ...
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... fall'n and lost , In all , but wars against that title inost ; What follows next let cities of great name , 430 And regions long since desolate , proclaim . Nineveh , Babylon , and ancient Rome , Speak to the present times , and times ...
... fall'n and lost , In all , but wars against that title inost ; What follows next let cities of great name , 430 And regions long since desolate , proclaim . Nineveh , Babylon , and ancient Rome , Speak to the present times , and times ...
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... fall , One madrigal of theirs is worth them all . 765 A. " Twould thin the ranks of the poetick tribe , To dash the pen through all that you proscribe . B. No matter - we could shift when they were not ; And should , no doubt , if they ...
... fall , One madrigal of theirs is worth them all . 765 A. " Twould thin the ranks of the poetick tribe , To dash the pen through all that you proscribe . B. No matter - we could shift when they were not ; And should , no doubt , if they ...
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... Falls soporifick on the listless ear ; 10 15 20 Like quicksilver , the rhet'rick they display Shines as it runs , but grasp'd at slips away . Plac'd for his trial on this bustling stage , From thoughtless youth to ruminating age , Free ...
... Falls soporifick on the listless ear ; 10 15 20 Like quicksilver , the rhet'rick they display Shines as it runs , but grasp'd at slips away . Plac'd for his trial on this bustling stage , From thoughtless youth to ruminating age , Free ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath boast breast breath call'd cause charms Cowper daugh dear death delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth Eartham ease East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd give glory grace groves hand Happisburgh happy hast Hayley heard heart Heav'n honour hope human Iliad John Gilpin labour lady Hesketh live lov'd lyre magick mind muse musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newport Pagnel night nymphs o'er once pain pass'd peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r prove publick rest rude sacred scene scorn seem'd shade shine sighs sight skies smile song soon soul sound spirit stamp'd stream sweet taste thee theme thine thought toil truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Seite 239 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case. Said John, It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Seite 30 - Just estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
Seite 178 - 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.
Seite 182 - A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
Seite 112 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Seite 251 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay ; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away ; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Seite 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.
Seite 182 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Seite 178 - Lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 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. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Seite 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.