PoemsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1854 |
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... fear , And prais'd for virtues that they scorn to wear , The fleeting forms of majesty engage Respect , while stalking o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ...
... fear , And prais'd for virtues that they scorn to wear , The fleeting forms of majesty engage Respect , while stalking o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ...
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... fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations that they never felt , 165 Start up sagacious , cover'd with the dust 170 Of dreaming study and pedantick rust , And prate and preach about what others prove ...
... fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations that they never felt , 165 Start up sagacious , cover'd with the dust 170 Of dreaming study and pedantick rust , And prate and preach about what others prove ...
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... fear impedes her in her course . Religion , richest favour of the skies , Stands most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes ; No shades of superstition blot the day , Liberty chases all that gloom away ; 270 The soul emancipated ...
... fear impedes her in her course . Religion , richest favour of the skies , Stands most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes ; No shades of superstition blot the day , Liberty chases all that gloom away ; 270 The soul emancipated ...
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... fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; 360 They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay 365 Unaaunted still , thongh wearied and perplex'd , Once Chatham sav'd thee ; but who saves thee next ? Alas ! the tide of ...
... fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; 360 They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay 365 Unaaunted still , thongh wearied and perplex'd , Once Chatham sav'd thee ; but who saves thee next ? Alas ! the tide of ...
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... fear , they frolick it along , With mad rapidity and unconcern , Down to the gulf , from which is no return . ' They trust in navics , and their navies fail- God's curse can cast away ten thousand sail ! They trust in armies , and their ...
... fear , they frolick it along , With mad rapidity and unconcern , Down to the gulf , from which is no return . ' They trust in navics , and their navies fail- God's curse can cast away ten thousand sail ! They trust in armies , and their ...
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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.