Cowper's Text: A PoemW. and J. Eddowes, 1827 - 70 pages |
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... garden and at home : He feels himself at home , and not the less Because he caught some stains in his late range , Range without management thro ' various paths Taken with moral , not satiric thong : But hard ' tis to be angry and sin ...
... garden and at home : He feels himself at home , and not the less Because he caught some stains in his late range , Range without management thro ' various paths Taken with moral , not satiric thong : But hard ' tis to be angry and sin ...
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... gardens fail . Give me his sofa , too - his winter's eve- Where fancy toils not to eke out the scene : Is it a British parlour , or alone The boast of Olney and found there no more ? How still and glorious the sympathy That fills that ...
... gardens fail . Give me his sofa , too - his winter's eve- Where fancy toils not to eke out the scene : Is it a British parlour , or alone The boast of Olney and found there no more ? How still and glorious the sympathy That fills that ...
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... garden , touch'd by thee , Wafted all Eden on a guilty world , So thou proclaim'st the will of Jove was done , What time Achilles ' wrath was on the Greeks Destructively , with for the soul the grave Untimely , for the body all that ...
... garden , touch'd by thee , Wafted all Eden on a guilty world , So thou proclaim'st the will of Jove was done , What time Achilles ' wrath was on the Greeks Destructively , with for the soul the grave Untimely , for the body all that ...
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... garden , winter , eve , morn , noon , But humbly gath'ring up the Sabine robe When flowing loose and subject to a spot From street or forum , ferry or high - way , D Yet through familiarity with all Quicken'd for homage to the 17.
... garden , winter , eve , morn , noon , But humbly gath'ring up the Sabine robe When flowing loose and subject to a spot From street or forum , ferry or high - way , D Yet through familiarity with all Quicken'd for homage to the 17.
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... garden - scene May claim their dark prostration , whate'er cup Not for its bitterness shall pass away , Their high association may command A light o'erwhelming e'en to practis'd eyes , A triumph of Hosanna and the palm : ་ What was that ...
... garden - scene May claim their dark prostration , whate'er cup Not for its bitterness shall pass away , Their high association may command A light o'erwhelming e'en to practis'd eyes , A triumph of Hosanna and the palm : ་ What was that ...
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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.