The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volumen1J. Nichol, 1854 |
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... thought of him in the spirit of the fine future lines of his best biographer- " How happily the days Of Thalaba went by ! " But all this was false and hollow . It was the flowery verge of a smouldering volcano . In the first place , his ...
... thought of him in the spirit of the fine future lines of his best biographer- " How happily the days Of Thalaba went by ! " But all this was false and hollow . It was the flowery verge of a smouldering volcano . In the first place , his ...
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... thought expedient to remove him to a private asylum , kept by Dr Cotton , at St Albans . Cowper has declined to discover the " secrets of his prison- house . " He tells us only that the differentia of his madness lay in an infinite self ...
... thought expedient to remove him to a private asylum , kept by Dr Cotton , at St Albans . Cowper has declined to discover the " secrets of his prison- house . " He tells us only that the differentia of his madness lay in an infinite self ...
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... thoughts . Mrs Unwin urged him to write something of moment , and he commenced the " Progress of Error . " This poem , after having been subjected to Newton's criticism and approved of , was followed in rapid succession by " Truth ...
... thoughts . Mrs Unwin urged him to write something of moment , and he commenced the " Progress of Error . " This poem , after having been subjected to Newton's criticism and approved of , was followed in rapid succession by " Truth ...
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... thoughts far , far away from his personal agony , and in the work of collating , editing , transcribing MSS . , and turning lines , there was nothing to fret his heart , or rouse from its lair the demon of his memory . Lady Hesketh ...
... thoughts far , far away from his personal agony , and in the work of collating , editing , transcribing MSS . , and turning lines , there was nothing to fret his heart , or rouse from its lair the demon of his memory . Lady Hesketh ...
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... thought , Could they , or would they , reason as they ought . The diadem , with mighty projects lined , To catch renown by ruining mankind , Is worth , with all its gold and glittering store , Just what the toy will sell for , and no ...
... thought , Could they , or would they , reason as they ought . The diadem , with mighty projects lined , To catch renown by ruining mankind , Is worth , with all its gold and glittering store , Just what the toy will sell for , and no ...
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Página 208 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Página 389 - How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Página 399 - So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — " Did you admire my lamp," quoth he, ' As much as I your minstrelsy, ' You would abhor to do me wrong, ' As much as I to spoil your song ; ' For 'twas the self-same Power divine, ' Taught you to sing, and me to shine ; ' That you with music, I with light, ' Might beautify and cheer the night.
Página 209 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Página 388 - 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 178 - Nor those of learn'd philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark ; But such as learning, without false pretence, The friend of truth, the associate of sound sense.
Página 209 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Página 189 - Here Ouse, slow winding through a level plain Of spacious meads with cattle sprinkled o'er, Conducts the eye along his sinuous course Delighted.
Página 209 - 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 ev'ry vein Of all your empire ; that where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Página 352 - Though mangled, hack'd and hew'd, not yet destroy'd, The little ones unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...