PoemsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1854 |
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... waste Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock To see a people scatter'd like a flock , Some royal mastiff panting at their heels , With all the savage thirst a tiger feels : Then view him self - proclaim'd in a gazette Chief monster ...
... waste Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock To see a people scatter'd like a flock , Some royal mastiff panting at their heels , With all the savage thirst a tiger feels : Then view him self - proclaim'd in a gazette Chief monster ...
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... waste ; If these attendants , and if such as these , Must follow royalty , then welcome ease : However humble and confin'd the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt ...
... waste ; If these attendants , and if such as these , Must follow royalty , then welcome ease : However humble and confin'd the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt ...
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... waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and Mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd ; She has one foe , and that one foe the world . And , if he ...
... waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and Mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd ; She has one foe , and that one foe the world . And , if he ...
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... supplied , Need help , let honest industry provide . Earn , if you want ; if you abound , impart , These both are pleasures to the feeling heart . 250 No pleasure ? Has some sickly eastern waste Sent us 38 THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR .
... supplied , Need help , let honest industry provide . Earn , if you want ; if you abound , impart , These both are pleasures to the feeling heart . 250 No pleasure ? Has some sickly eastern waste Sent us 38 THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR .
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William Cowper. No pleasure ? Has some sickly eastern waste Sent us a wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British Paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ...
William Cowper. No pleasure ? Has some sickly eastern waste Sent us a wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British Paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ...
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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.