The Complete Poetical Works of William Cowper ...: Including the Copyright Poems, with a Life of the AuthorH.G. Bohn, 1849 - 672 Seiten |
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... thine . A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie . And of all lies , ( be that one poet's boast ...
... thine . A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie . And of all lies , ( be that one poet's boast ...
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... thine , and thou art fancy's nurse , Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will ...
... thine , and thou art fancy's nurse , Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will ...
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... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What says the prophet ? Let that day be blest With holiness and consecrated rest . Pastime and business both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they intrude ...
... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What says the prophet ? Let that day be blest With holiness and consecrated rest . Pastime and business both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they intrude ...
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... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and cursed the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Gray - beard corrupter of our listening youth , To purge and skim away the filth of ...
... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and cursed the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Gray - beard corrupter of our listening youth , To purge and skim away the filth of ...
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... thine , Nor hoped but in thy righteousness divine : My prayers and alms , imperfect and defiled , Were but the feeble efforts of a child ; Howe'er perform'd , it was their brightest part , That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
... thine , Nor hoped but in thy righteousness divine : My prayers and alms , imperfect and defiled , Were but the feeble efforts of a child ; Howe'er perform'd , it was their brightest part , That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty beneath Bishop War boast breath call'd charms Cowper dear death delight design'd divine dream Dunciad earth Eartham ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flowers folly form'd give glory grace groves hand happy hast hear heard heart heaven Hesketh honour hope human John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour light live Lord lost lyre mind mounted best Muse nature nature's Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once pain Parnassian peace pity pleasure poet praise prove rapture rest rills rude sacred Satire iv Satire vi scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sigh sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound spleen stamp'd stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine things thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas verse vex'd Vincent Bourne virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 377 - I am 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 487 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renew'd the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft, — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Seite 539 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace: Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Seite 524 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Seite 392 - Tramples on a thousand states, Soon her pride shall kiss the ground, — Hark ! the Gaul is at her gates. " Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name, Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame.
Seite 164 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind ; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast fluttering, all at once.
Seite 49 - She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errors his vain heart prefers, She safe in the simplicity of hers.
Seite 183 - 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 300 - 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 192 - There stands the messenger of truth. There stands The legate of the skies ; his theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him, the violated law speaks out 340 Its thunders, and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.