The Poetical Works of William CowperW. Smith, 1839 - 516 pages |
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... perhaps equally possessed with an opinion of his own importance . Neither of them noticed the gift or the letter ; a neglect too galling to be endured patiently even by Cowper , who revenged himself in some verses bitterly satirical ...
... perhaps equally possessed with an opinion of his own importance . Neither of them noticed the gift or the letter ; a neglect too galling to be endured patiently even by Cowper , who revenged himself in some verses bitterly satirical ...
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... perhaps , a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all things else , yet nature here With stern severity deals out the year . Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer's ...
... perhaps , a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all things else , yet nature here With stern severity deals out the year . Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer's ...
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... Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there ; Or having whelp'd a prologue with great pains , Feels himself spent , and fumbles for his brains ; A prologue interdash'd with many a stroke , An art ...
... Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there ; Or having whelp'd a prologue with great pains , Feels himself spent , and fumbles for his brains ; A prologue interdash'd with many a stroke , An art ...
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... Perhaps some courser who disdains the road , Snuffs up the wind and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one , Short his career , indeed , but ably run . Churchill , himself unconscious of his powers , In penury ...
... Perhaps some courser who disdains the road , Snuffs up the wind and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one , Short his career , indeed , but ably run . Churchill , himself unconscious of his powers , In penury ...
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... perhaps as sweet . Will not the sickliest sheep of every flock Resort to this example as a rock , There stand and justify the foul abuse Of sabbath hours , with plausible excuse ? If apostolic gravity be free To play the fool on Sundays ...
... perhaps as sweet . Will not the sickliest sheep of every flock Resort to this example as a rock , There stand and justify the foul abuse Of sabbath hours , with plausible excuse ? If apostolic gravity be free To play the fool on Sundays ...
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