Cowper's Minor PoemsJ. Sharpe, 1825 |
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... 'd 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 B 2 MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . 15.
... 'd 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 B 2 MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . 15.
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... head . The cup was all fill'd , and the leaves were all wet , And it seem'd , to a fanciful view , To weep for the buds it had left with regret , On the flourishing bush where it grew . I hastily seized it , unfit as it was For a ...
... head . The cup was all fill'd , and the leaves were all wet , And it seem'd , to a fanciful view , To weep for the buds it had left with regret , On the flourishing bush where it grew . I hastily seized it , unfit as it was For a ...
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... head , Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead . The change both my heart and my fancy employs , I reflect on the frailty of man and his joys ; Shortlived as we are , yet our pleasures , we see , Have a still shorter date , and ...
... head , Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead . The change both my heart and my fancy employs , I reflect on the frailty of man and his joys ; Shortlived as we are , yet our pleasures , we see , Have a still shorter date , and ...
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... head : and couldst with music sweet Of attic phrase and senatorial tone , Like thy renown'd forefathers , far and wide Thy fame diffuse , praised not for utterance meet Of others ' speech , but magic of thy own . SONNET TO JOHN JOHNSON ...
... head : and couldst with music sweet Of attic phrase and senatorial tone , Like thy renown'd forefathers , far and wide Thy fame diffuse , praised not for utterance meet Of others ' speech , but magic of thy own . SONNET TO JOHN JOHNSON ...
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... weeps the Muses mourn— So , when by Bacchanalians torn , On Thracian Hebrus ' side The tree - enchanter Orpheus fell , His head alone remain'd to tell The cruel death he died . THE POET'S NEW - YEAR'S GIFT . TO MRS . S.
... weeps the Muses mourn— So , when by Bacchanalians torn , On Thracian Hebrus ' side The tree - enchanter Orpheus fell , His head alone remain'd to tell The cruel death he died . THE POET'S NEW - YEAR'S GIFT . TO MRS . S.
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Cowper's Minor Poems. [With Plates After Richard Westall.], Том 1 William Cowper Полный просмотр - 1825 |
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK Aspasio beneath bird bless'd blow boast bosom call'd Catharina charms cried dear death declension delight design'd divine dream dwell e'en earth ease Edmonton eyes fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship GEORGE ROMNEY GLOWWORM grace happy hear heard heart Heaven honour John Gilpin JOHN SHARPE JOSEPH HILL knew LADY learn'd length life's light live Mary mind MINOR POEMS Muses ne'er neighbour never night NOSEGAY numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace PINEAPPLE pleasure poet poet's PORTBURY praise prove rest RICHARD WESTALL rose scene seem'd shine shore side sight sing skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound spare Stamp'd storm sweet tear tell thee theme thine Thou hast thought THRACIAN Throckmorton toil treasure truth Twas verse voice waste Whate'er WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wing wish wonder youth
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Стр. 89 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, " The wine is left behind ! " " Good lack ! " quoth he ; " yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Стр. 96 - Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
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 ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Стр. 95 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Стр. 53 - The twentieth year is well-nigh past, Since first our sky was overcast ; Ah would that this might be the last ! My Mary ! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — 'Twas my distress that brought thee low. My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disus'd, and shine no more, My Mary...
Стр. 90 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak well brushed and neat He manfully did throw.
Стр. 54 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Стр. 12 - Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard and stronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings Ere you proudly question ours ! PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Стр. 49 - On the whole, it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Стр. 92 - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...