Poems: By William Cowper, ... In Two Volumes. ...J. Johnson, 1787 |
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... thine . A. Guard what you fay , the patriotic tribe Will fneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the bafenefs of a lie . And of all lies ( be that a poet's boast ) The ...
... thine . A. Guard what you fay , the patriotic tribe Will fneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the bafenefs of a lie . And of all lies ( be that a poet's boast ) The ...
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... thine , and thou art fancy's nurse , Loft without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verfe , Heroic fong from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires ; Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will ...
... thine , and thou art fancy's nurse , Loft without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verfe , Heroic fong from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires ; Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will ...
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... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What fays the prophet ? Let that day be bleft . With , holiness and confecrated reft .. Paftime and bus'nefs both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they ...
... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What fays the prophet ? Let that day be bleft . With , holiness and confecrated reft .. Paftime and bus'nefs both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they ...
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... thine , Felt each a mortal ftab in her own breaft , Abhorr'd the facrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Gray beard corrupter of our lift'ning youth , To purge and skim away the filth of vice ...
... thine , Felt each a mortal ftab in her own breaft , Abhorr'd the facrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Gray beard corrupter of our lift'ning youth , To purge and skim away the filth of vice ...
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... thine ,, Nor hop'd , but in thy righteousness divine : My pray'rs and alms , imperfect and defil'd , Were but the feeble efforts of a child , Howe'er perform'd , it was their brighteft part , That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
... thine ,, Nor hop'd , but in thy righteousness divine : My pray'rs and alms , imperfect and defil'd , Were but the feeble efforts of a child , Howe'er perform'd , it was their brighteft part , That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
Términos y frases comunes
againſt bafe becauſe bids bleffings bleft breaft cafe caft caufe cauſe charms Chriftian clofe cloſe courſe defign defire delight diftant divine dream earth Elfe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe fame faſt fatal egg fcene fcorn fear feek feel feem feen fenfe fhall fhine fhore fhould fhow fide filent fire fkies flow'rs fmile fome fong foon form'd forrow foul fpreads ftand ftill ftream ftrikes fuch fupplied fure fweet glory grace heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf juft juſt laft laſt lefs loft luft mind moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt never o'er peace PINE APPLE pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pray'rs pride purpoſe reft ſcene ſeem ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhow ſkies ſkill ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſweet taſte thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe Thoſe thou thought thouſand truth uſe virtue wafte whofe Whoſe wifdom Worfe
Pasajes populares
Página 234 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Página 234 - 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 261 - LITTLE inmate, full of mirth Chirping on my kitchen hearth. Wheresoe'er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet ; In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give.
Página 183 - That reaching home, the night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
Página 250 - 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 selfsame power divine Taught you.
Página 255 - 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 129 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropped upon his Bible was sincere : Assailed by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was, a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Página 166 - Ye powers who rule the tongue, if such there are, And make colloquial happiness your care, Preserve me from the thing I dread and hate, — A duel in the form of a debate.
Página 67 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Página 68 - He praised perhaps for ages yet to come, She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers, She safe in the simplicity of hers.