Cowper's Text: A PoemW. and J. Eddowes, 1827 - 70 pages |
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... moral , not satiric thong : But hard ' tis to be angry and sin not , And thus confesses he - our Christian sage : Yet soon the penitent is in relapse , For as he pictures the domestic bliss A garden for a man like him completes , ( Or ...
... moral , not satiric thong : But hard ' tis to be angry and sin not , And thus confesses he - our Christian sage : Yet soon the penitent is in relapse , For as he pictures the domestic bliss A garden for a man like him completes , ( Or ...
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... moral warmth ? These cheap excursions ? thy strong bev'rage what , That sends thee on this revel through the world ? Resuming now the wrathful moralist , Thou blessest still the country , and rebuk'st The universal soldiership , that ...
... moral warmth ? These cheap excursions ? thy strong bev'rage what , That sends thee on this revel through the world ? Resuming now the wrathful moralist , Thou blessest still the country , and rebuk'st The universal soldiership , that ...
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... moral mood , And sing'st of liberty and bounded sway In strain that argues well and nobly dares , Suitable prelude to the coming hymn On that high liberty , which who possess Find freedom even in the despot's grasp , Room in his ...
... moral mood , And sing'st of liberty and bounded sway In strain that argues well and nobly dares , Suitable prelude to the coming hymn On that high liberty , which who possess Find freedom even in the despot's grasp , Room in his ...
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... all their scale , All nature gives of pure and so sustains , Tenderness , playfulness , contentment , peace , Sublimity in object , modesty In act , in effort all variety Our moral safety violating not , Had these renown'd and 12.
... all their scale , All nature gives of pure and so sustains , Tenderness , playfulness , contentment , peace , Sublimity in object , modesty In act , in effort all variety Our moral safety violating not , Had these renown'd and 12.
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A Poem James Mason. Our moral safety violating not , Had these renown'd and blessed qualities , When rising or first fix'd in service high , In the Lord Chancellor retain'd the friend , Cowper had found amongst the great unask'd A fost ...
A Poem James Mason. Our moral safety violating not , Had these renown'd and blessed qualities , When rising or first fix'd in service high , In the Lord Chancellor retain'd the friend , Cowper had found amongst the great unask'd A fost ...
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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.