The Poetical Works of William CowperHenry G. Bohn, 1854 |
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... imaginary woes you bear Are real woes to me : But thou art kind , and good thou art , Nor wilt , by wronging thine own heart , Unjustly punish me . How bless'd the youth whom fate ordains A kind relief 18 COWPER'S POEMS .
... imaginary woes you bear Are real woes to me : But thou art kind , and good thou art , Nor wilt , by wronging thine own heart , Unjustly punish me . How bless'd the youth whom fate ordains A kind relief 18 COWPER'S POEMS .
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... thine own hand immerged the goblet dips , And bears it streaming to my burning lips . There borne aloft on fancy's wing we fly , Like souls embodied to their native sky ; Now every rock , each mountain , disappears ; And the round earth ...
... thine own hand immerged the goblet dips , And bears it streaming to my burning lips . There borne aloft on fancy's wing we fly , Like souls embodied to their native sky ; Now every rock , each mountain , disappears ; And the round earth ...
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... thine ! " VII . VANITY OF THE WORLD . GOD gives his mercies to be spent ; Your hoard will do your soul no good ; Gold is a blessing only lent , Repaid by giving others food . The world's esteem is but a bribe , To buy their peace you ...
... thine ! " VII . VANITY OF THE WORLD . GOD gives his mercies to be spent ; Your hoard will do your soul no good ; Gold is a blessing only lent , Repaid by giving others food . The world's esteem is but a bribe , To buy their peace you ...
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... thine anger's turn'd away ; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice . Here , in the fair gospel - field , Wells of free salvation yield Streams of life , a plenteous store , And my soul shall thirst no more . Jesus is ...
... thine anger's turn'd away ; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice . Here , in the fair gospel - field , Wells of free salvation yield Streams of life , a plenteous store , And my soul shall thirst no more . Jesus is ...
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... blood - bought free reward , A golden harp for me ! ' Tis strung and tuned for endless years , And form'd by power divine , To sound in God the Father's ears No other name but thine . XVI . THE SOWER . Matt . xiii . 3 OLNEY HYMNS . 51.
... blood - bought free reward , A golden harp for me ! ' Tis strung and tuned for endless years , And form'd by power divine , To sound in God the Father's ears No other name but thine . XVI . THE SOWER . Matt . xiii . 3 OLNEY HYMNS . 51.
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ANTISTROPHE beams beneath bids blessing blest bliss boast Boötes bosom breast breath brow Cacus CALLIMACHUS Cant charms Cowper dark dear death deep delight divine dream Dryope dwell earth eyes fair faith Faunus fear feel fill'd fire flame folly form'd give glory grace grove hand happy hear heart heaven heavenly hope hour JEHOVAH-SHALOM JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH land light live Lord lyre mercy mind Muse never night nymphs o'er OLNEY HYMNS once pain Pallas Parnassian peace Phoebus Pine Apple pleasure Poems poet praise prayer pride prove reign rest sacred scene scorn seek shades shine shore sigh sight skies smile song sorrow soul sound stamp'd storm of passion stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine thou art thought Thracian Thyrsis tongue trembling truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste Whate'er where'er WILLIAM COWPER word youth
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Página 60 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, — They rise, but never set.
Página 254 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Página 256 - THERE is a bird, who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishoplike he finds a perch, And dormitory too. Above the steeple shines a plate, That turns and turns, to indicate From what point blows the weather. Look up— your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds— that pleases him, He chooses it the rather.
Página 72 - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made, For those who follow thee.
Página 136 - Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true A. truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Página 58 - Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring Thee where they come, And going, take Thee to their home.
Página 38 - Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!
Página 240 - 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 197 - Vociferated logic kills me quite, A noisy man is always in the right, I twirl my thumbs, fall back into my chair, Fix on the wainscot a distressful stare, And, when I hope his blunders are all out, Reply discreetly — To be sure — no doubt ! Dubius is such a scrupulous good man — Yes — you may catch him tripping, if you can.
Página 120 - Tis granted, and no plainer truth appears, Our most important are our earliest years. The mind, impressible and soft, with ease Imbibes and copies what she hears and sees, And through life's labyrinth holds fast the clue That education gives her, false or true.