Cowper's Text: A PoemW. and J. Eddowes, 1827 - 70 pages |
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... o'er Wolfe and Chatham dead , Wolfe laurell'd on the heights of victory , And Chatham as he lifted hand and voice Against a peace that merg'd that victory : True - our apparent glory was not there , But Lansdowne's wisdom reigned , and ...
... o'er Wolfe and Chatham dead , Wolfe laurell'd on the heights of victory , And Chatham as he lifted hand and voice Against a peace that merg'd that victory : True - our apparent glory was not there , But Lansdowne's wisdom reigned , and ...
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... o'er Wolfe and Chatham dead , Wolfe laurell'd on the heights of victory , And Chatham as he lifted hand and voice Against a peace that merg'd that victory : True - our apparent glory was not there , But Lansdowne's wisdom reigned , and ...
... o'er Wolfe and Chatham dead , Wolfe laurell'd on the heights of victory , And Chatham as he lifted hand and voice Against a peace that merg'd that victory : True - our apparent glory was not there , But Lansdowne's wisdom reigned , and ...
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... o'er human things : And he has given our text , and speaks of truth , And still regains his subject in detail , With a transition suiting well a world Full of transitions , transitory all ; With a dexterity regardless not Of certain ...
... o'er human things : And he has given our text , and speaks of truth , And still regains his subject in detail , With a transition suiting well a world Full of transitions , transitory all ; With a dexterity regardless not Of certain ...
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... o'er , now , Briton , thou retir'st , To rise with morning's light and walk on snow : Acceptedst thou the sofa for thy theme ? The air bites shrewdly , though the sun is up : And cheerily thou walkst amid a scene Of evanescent and ...
... o'er , now , Briton , thou retir'st , To rise with morning's light and walk on snow : Acceptedst thou the sofa for thy theme ? The air bites shrewdly , though the sun is up : And cheerily thou walkst amid a scene Of evanescent and ...
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... O'er the white pavement mingling shadows strange Of ev'ry magnitude with purple streaks , Finds thee in motion or dispos'd to bask Between his busy rays and cottage wall : Thou mark'st the woodman printing out his steps , Nor chid'st ...
... O'er the white pavement mingling shadows strange Of ev'ry magnitude with purple streaks , Finds thee in motion or dispos'd to bask Between his busy rays and cottage wall : Thou mark'st the woodman printing out his steps , Nor chid'st ...
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author's best regards bard barouche beamy bless'd blessing boasted breathe bright Briton call'd Cestrian charm charm'd claim claim'd condens'd COWPER'S crucible Dear death diff'rent Doric e'en e'er Edinburgh eloquence emense encreas'd Eugenius ev'ry false pretence fasces fast father feast fix'd flow'r fruit garden gen❜ral gentle giv'n glory grace grave hadst thou hallow'd Haply harmony heart heav'n and earth heav'nly honours Hosanna innocence JAMES MASON kingdom light Liverpool lord marr'd merg'd mighty theme mod'rate moral ne'er nectar o'er Olney pard'ning peace Plato playful poet poetry and truth Porsonian pow'r prepar'd prevail'd Proserpine prov'd pure spirit rais'd realms reconcil'd robe Rome scene scholar's seal'd Seem'd Shrewsbury smile social sense storm strong stye surt sympathy tears thee thine thou hadst Thou wast thro throne Thurlow Thyself toil tow'r town Tusculum Twas two-fold verse welcom'd whate'er woes wounds Yorick
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Page 1 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Page 61 - The popular harangue, the tart reply, The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit, And the loud laugh — I long to know them all; I burn to set the imprisoned wranglers free, And give them voice and utterance once again.
Page 6 - Like the fair flower dishevell'd in the wind ; Riches have wings and grandeur is a dream. The man we celebrate must find a tomb, And we that worship him ignoble graves.