PoemsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1854 |
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... turn of his temper inclining him to rural life , he in- dulged it , and the Providence of God evidently prepar- ing his way and marking out his retreat , he retired into the country . By these steps the good hand of God , unknown to me ...
... turn of his temper inclining him to rural life , he in- dulged it , and the Providence of God evidently prepar- ing his way and marking out his retreat , he retired into the country . By these steps the good hand of God , unknown to me ...
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... turn the course of Helicon that way ; Nor would the Nine consent the sacred tide Should purl amidst the traffick of Cheapside , Or tinkle in Change Alley , to amuse The leathern ears of stockjobbers and Jews . 190 135 A. Vouchsafe , at ...
... turn the course of Helicon that way ; Nor would the Nine consent the sacred tide Should purl amidst the traffick of Cheapside , Or tinkle in Change Alley , to amuse The leathern ears of stockjobbers and Jews . 190 135 A. Vouchsafe , at ...
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... turn a penny in the way of trade ; 420 When Av'rice starves , ( and never hides his face , ) Two or three millions of the human race , And not a tongue inquires , how , where , or when , Though conscience will have twinges now and then ...
... turn a penny in the way of trade ; 420 When Av'rice starves , ( and never hides his face , ) Two or three millions of the human race , And not a tongue inquires , how , where , or when , Though conscience will have twinges now and then ...
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... turns , enjoyment and delight , Or present , or in prospect , meet his sight ; Those open on the spot their honey'd store : These call him loudly to pursuit of more . His unexhausted mine the sordid vice Avarice shows , and virtue is ...
... turns , enjoyment and delight , Or present , or in prospect , meet his sight ; Those open on the spot their honey'd store : These call him loudly to pursuit of more . His unexhausted mine the sordid vice Avarice shows , and virtue is ...
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... turn off Obscene to swill and swallow at a trough ? Envy the beast then , on whom Heav'n bestows Your pleasures , with no curses in the close . Pleasure admitted in undue degree Enslaves the will , nor leaves the judgment free . Tis not ...
... turn off Obscene to swill and swallow at a trough ? Envy the beast then , on whom Heav'n bestows Your pleasures , with no curses in the close . Pleasure admitted in undue degree Enslaves the will , nor leaves the judgment free . Tis not ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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.
Página 30 - Just estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.