The complete poetical works of William Cowper, with life and critical notice of his writings1855 |
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... Lost Translation of Dryden's Epigram on Milton Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia Translation from the Fables of Gay : - Lepus Multis Amicus Avarus et Plutus Papilio et Limax • TRANSLATIONS FROM THE FRENCH OF MADAME DE LA MOTHE ...
... Lost Translation of Dryden's Epigram on Milton Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia Translation from the Fables of Gay : - Lepus Multis Amicus Avarus et Plutus Papilio et Limax • TRANSLATIONS FROM THE FRENCH OF MADAME DE LA MOTHE ...
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... 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 sing , if Liberty be there ; And I will ...
... 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 sing , if Liberty be there ; And I will ...
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... lost , In all that wars against that title most ; What follows next let cities of great name , And regions long since desolate proclaim . Nineveh , Babylon , and ancient Rome , Speak to the present times and times to come ; They cry ...
... lost , In all that wars against that title most ; What follows next let cities of great name , And regions long since desolate proclaim . Nineveh , Babylon , and ancient Rome , Speak to the present times and times to come ; They cry ...
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... lost their way ; And , being always primed with politesse For men of their appearance and address , With much compassion undertakes the task To tell them more than they have wit to ask ; Points to inscriptions wheresoe'er they tread ...
... lost their way ; And , being always primed with politesse For men of their appearance and address , With much compassion undertakes the task To tell them more than they have wit to ask ; Points to inscriptions wheresoe'er they tread ...
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... lost , Sees , far as human optics may command , A sleeping fog , and fancies it dry land ; Spreads all his canvas , every sinew plies ; Pants for it , aims at it , enters it , and dies ! Then farewell all self - satisfying schemes , His ...
... lost , Sees , far as human optics may command , A sleeping fog , and fancies it dry land ; Spreads all his canvas , every sinew plies ; Pants for it , aims at it , enters it , and dies ! Then farewell all self - satisfying schemes , His ...
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Términos y frases comunes
appears beauty beneath breath cause charge charms close course dear death deep delight divine dream e'en earth ease eyes face fair faith fall fear feel field fire flowers force fruit give glory grace half hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human kind land leaves length less light live Lord lost means mind nature never night o'er once pain peace perhaps pleasure poor praise prove rest rise scene seek seems seen shine side sight skies smile song soon soul sound speak stand stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine things thou thought thousand true truth turn vain virtue voice waste wind wisdom wish wonder worth youth
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Página 220 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Página 160 - 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 232 - Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shalt be : Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?
Página 265 - 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. 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.
Página 144 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Página 127 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Página 286 - 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.
Página 259 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 238 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : His truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set. Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Página 300 - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.