Cowper's Text: A PoemW. and J. Eddowes, 1827 - 70 pages |
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... death in distant shades : Here I was found by one , who had himself Been hurt by th ' 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 ...
... death in distant shades : Here I was found by one , who had himself Been hurt by th ' 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 ...
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... death , The ghastly contrast to the purple robe , The wan , the macerated , the defil'd , Th ' uplifted victim of the thirst and spear : It was a body that had never dealt In the Olympic prizes , and now gain'd Its wreath by subjugation ...
... death , The ghastly contrast to the purple robe , The wan , the macerated , the defil'd , Th ' uplifted victim of the thirst and spear : It was a body that had never dealt In the Olympic prizes , and now gain'd Its wreath by subjugation ...
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... death anticipated the small flow , Nor any chisel has bequeath'd the strife Of sinewy self - dependence , and still , still , After the mighty gush , the stiffen'd arm , And the ground fir'd by the fast - closing eye : Yet round that ...
... death anticipated the small flow , Nor any chisel has bequeath'd the strife Of sinewy self - dependence , and still , still , After the mighty gush , the stiffen'd arm , And the ground fir'd by the fast - closing eye : Yet round that ...
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... death : Yet what a shout ! ' tis from a multitude All quick'ning from the grave , nor more content With manna , though from heaven , nor the bread Elicited by miracle and prayer : " Hosanna in the highest " fills the shout , And for all ...
... death : Yet what a shout ! ' tis from a multitude All quick'ning from the grave , nor more content With manna , though from heaven , nor the bread Elicited by miracle and prayer : " Hosanna in the highest " fills the shout , And for all ...
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... blushing sabbath of the cleansing six Waterpots full , as the poor bev'rage clos'd ) Whom love anointed for a fragrant death , Who trod on palm - leaves cast with garments down , Who schooling subjects gave the child the sway , Who 26.
... blushing sabbath of the cleansing six Waterpots full , as the poor bev'rage clos'd ) Whom love anointed for a fragrant death , Who trod on palm - leaves cast with garments down , Who schooling subjects gave the child the sway , Who 26.
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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.