Cowper's Text: A PoemW. and J. Eddowes, 1827 - 70 pages |
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... night been and the 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 ...
... night been and the 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 ...
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... through all its field immortal flow'rs And piercing all effects for one great cause , If peacefully triumphant thou parad'st The nights and suppers of no fabl'd gods , But winter - evenings of a stormy clime More to 15.
... through all its field immortal flow'rs And piercing all effects for one great cause , If peacefully triumphant thou parad'st The nights and suppers of no fabl'd gods , But winter - evenings of a stormy clime More to 15.
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... nights and suppers worthy Tusculum , Nights with the fields of heav'n in full array , And suppers strength'ning the full eye to gaze , When thou turn'st black'ning from the glorious thought , Th ' effulgence and the moderation spurn'st ...
... nights and suppers worthy Tusculum , Nights with the fields of heav'n in full array , And suppers strength'ning the full eye to gaze , When thou turn'st black'ning from the glorious thought , Th ' effulgence and the moderation spurn'st ...
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... night in Salem's mystic tow'rs . He was in fact the abstract principle The Scotchman and Parisian have dismiss'd , His body the assortment they parade Chilly to death without the master - ground : With fondness they embalm what he ...
... night in Salem's mystic tow'rs . He was in fact the abstract principle The Scotchman and Parisian have dismiss'd , His body the assortment they parade Chilly to death without the master - ground : With fondness they embalm what he ...
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... night Of Roman peace dispersing , Roman spirit , Under th ' emense viceroyalty - that spirit , Against which who blasphemes shall be forgiv'n Not in this world , nor in the world to come : The garden had its shame , and was to have Its ...
... night Of Roman peace dispersing , Roman spirit , Under th ' emense viceroyalty - that spirit , Against which who blasphemes shall be forgiv'n Not in this world , nor in the world to come : The garden had its shame , and was to have Its ...
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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.