The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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... large part of the population of our island . The circulation of these works has con- sequently been great ; and the voice of praise has loudly been reechoed in their favour from every point of 16 THE LIFE OF COWPER .
... large part of the population of our island . The circulation of these works has con- sequently been great ; and the voice of praise has loudly been reechoed in their favour from every point of 16 THE LIFE OF COWPER .
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... praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ; To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw ; To sheath it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows ; Bless'd country ...
... praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ; To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw ; To sheath it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows ; Bless'd country ...
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... praise ; And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite ; A subject's faults a subject may proclaim , A monarch's errors are forbidden game ! Thus , free from censure , overawed by fear , And ...
... praise ; And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite ; A subject's faults a subject may proclaim , A monarch's errors are forbidden game ! Thus , free from censure , overawed by fear , And ...
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... praise when well wrought plans prevail , But to be rudely censured when they fail ; To doubt the love his favourites may pretend , And in reality to find no friend ; If he indulge a cultivated taste , His galleries with the works of art ...
... praise when well wrought plans prevail , But to be rudely censured when they fail ; To doubt the love his favourites may pretend , And in reality to find no friend ; If he indulge a cultivated taste , His galleries with the works of art ...
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... praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay . Undaunted still , though ...
... praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay . Undaunted still , though ...
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beams beneath bids bless'd bliss blooming groves boast BODHAM breast breath call'd charms Cowper dear declension deeds delight design'd divine dream Druid e'en earth Eartham Edmonton endless love eyes fair fancy fear feel fill'd fire flowers folly fools form'd frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hand happy heart Heaven heavenly hope hour John Gilpin labour land learn'd light lust lyre mankind mind morris-dance Muse Nature never o'er Olney once Parnassian pass'd peace pharisee pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove racter sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies smile song SONNET sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste tears telescopic eye thee theme thine thou hast thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas Unwin verse virtue waste whate'er wild WILLIAM COWPER wisdom zeal
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Page 262 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Page 187 - I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet.
Page 196 - I would not trust my heart: the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.— But no : what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Page 259 - Inclined to tarry there ! For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew. Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song.
Page 209 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Page 227 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...
Page 195 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief. Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn' d that thou wast dead. Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss...
Page 218 - THE poplars are felled; farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Page 62 - Oh, how unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unencumber'd plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile ; From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity. Inscribed above the portal, from afar Conspicuous as the brightness of a star, Legible only by the light they give, Stand the soul-quickening words — BELIEVE, AND LIVE.
Page 166 - Contrivance intricate, expressed with ease, Where unassisted sight no beauty sees, The shapely limb and lubricated joint, Within the small dimensions of a point, Muscle and nerve miraculously spun, His mighty work who speaks and it is done, The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed,* To whom an atom is an ample field...