Cowper's Text: A PoemW. and J. Eddowes, 1827 - 70 pages |
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... morning air Drugg'd from the market - place of wretched town , But from that dwelling - place could walk with thee , A kindred guardian of a mind that claim'd A kindred guardian in a still small voice : And ye would walk together , save ...
... morning air Drugg'd from the market - place of wretched town , But from that dwelling - place could walk with thee , A kindred guardian of a mind that claim'd A kindred guardian in a still small voice : And ye would walk together , save ...
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... 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 fantastic charms , Contributing thyself thy spindling 7.
... 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 fantastic charms , Contributing thyself thy spindling 7.
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... morning sharp , But now the noon - day blue without a speck Fosters the poet on the southern side Of the slant hills , that graduate oak and elm And bring them at the base to cloister'd arch , Translucent guardian of a walk still green ...
... morning sharp , But now the noon - day blue without a speck Fosters the poet on the southern side Of the slant hills , that graduate oak and elm And bring them at the base to cloister'd arch , Translucent guardian of a walk still green ...
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... morn for liberty - the noon For the full fruit of liberty in love : The morn and noon both winter , and the bard Doom'd to the sofa with a Briton's soul . Fifty - two years thy life had held its course , Not cloudless , but in perfect ...
... morn for liberty - the noon For the full fruit of liberty in love : The morn and noon both winter , and the bard Doom'd to the sofa with a Briton's soul . Fifty - two years thy life had held its course , Not cloudless , but in perfect ...
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... , 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.
... , 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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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.