The minor poems of William Cowper, Том 1John Sharpe, 1818 - Всего страниц: 108 |
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... bestow'd By thy own hand , till fresh they shone and glow'd ; All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow of love , that knew no fall , Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks , That humour interposed too ...
... bestow'd By thy own hand , till fresh they shone and glow'd ; All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow of love , that knew no fall , Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks , That humour interposed too ...
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... fought , and died ; Dying hurl'd them at the foe ; Ruffians , pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due ; Empire is on us bestow'd , Shame and ruin wait for you . ODE TO APOLLO . ON AN INK - GLASS ALMOST 33.
... fought , and died ; Dying hurl'd them at the foe ; Ruffians , pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due ; Empire is on us bestow'd , Shame and ruin wait for you . ODE TO APOLLO . ON AN INK - GLASS ALMOST 33.
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... bestow'd : Who have traced it in characters here , So elegant , even , and neat , He had laugh'd at the critical sneer Which he seems to have trembled to meet . And sneer , if you please , he had said , A nymph shall hereafter arise ...
... bestow'd : Who have traced it in characters here , So elegant , even , and neat , He had laugh'd at the critical sneer Which he seems to have trembled to meet . And sneer , if you please , he had said , A nymph shall hereafter arise ...
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... bestow'd was just and wise ; He sprang impetuous forth , Secure of conquest , where the prize Attends superior worth . So the best courser on the plain Ere yet he starts is known , And does but at the goal obtain What all had deem'd his ...
... bestow'd was just and wise ; He sprang impetuous forth , Secure of conquest , where the prize Attends superior worth . So the best courser on the plain Ere yet he starts is known , And does but at the goal obtain What all had deem'd his ...
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... bestow'd upon man , O , had I the wings of a dove , How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth , Might learn from the wisdom of age , And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth ...
... bestow'd upon man , O , had I the wings of a dove , How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth , Might learn from the wisdom of age , And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth ...
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK Aspasio beneath bestow'd bird boast BODHAM call'd Catharina cried dæmon dear death declension delight design'd divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dream dwell e'en earth ease express'd eyes fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship GEORGE ROMNEY Gilpin GLOW-WORM go snacks grace hear heard heart Heaven Jean Jacques Rousseau John Gilpin JOHN SHARPE knew Lady learn'd life's light live Mary mind muse ne'er neighbour never night numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace PICCADILLY pine-apples pity poet poet's prove Puss quoth rest RICHARD WESTALL scene seem'd shine shore side sighs sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow sound spaniel storm sweet tears tell thee theme thine Thou hast thought Throckmorton toil treasure truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE voice waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wing wish wish'd yonder youth
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Стр. 15 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Стр. 14 - 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?
Стр. 38 - ... of appetite; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark; 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...
Стр. 53 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary...
Стр. 94 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all ? Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : I came because your horse would come ; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, They are upon the road.
Стр. 15 - When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Стр. 46 - With all her crew complete. 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. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Стр. 9 - Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them ; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld : And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repeU'd : And ever as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried —
Стр. 5 - 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.
Стр. 40 - Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.