Cowper's Text: A PoemW. and J. Eddowes, 1827 - 70 pages |
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... thou wast stricken , ere thy rank was known , Thyself least knowing it of all the herd : Restor'd , the wound declaredst thou from heav'n , And therefore nursedst it to a relapse : So came thy fiftieth year - when thy career Lean'd ...
... thou wast stricken , ere thy rank was known , Thyself least knowing it of all the herd : Restor'd , the wound declaredst thou from heav'n , And therefore nursedst it to a relapse : So came thy fiftieth year - when thy career Lean'd ...
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... Were harsh upon this weather - house , our world , And suffered but the man to brave the toy : Then as no pangs arthritic plagu'd thy step , In masculine dignity thou wouldst alone Th ' inanimate and animate explore , Applaud the respite 2.
... Were harsh upon this weather - house , our world , And suffered but the man to brave the toy : Then as no pangs arthritic plagu'd thy step , In masculine dignity thou wouldst alone Th ' inanimate and animate explore , Applaud the respite 2.
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... thou the ladies ' theme , And having balanc'd in its gentle name And thine own music , peasant , sage , and saint , Country and town , the outlaw and the craz'd , Op❜nedst thy second book , with pealing time : Oh ! what a sadd'ning yet ...
... thou the ladies ' theme , And having balanc'd in its gentle name And thine own music , peasant , sage , and saint , Country and town , the outlaw and the craz'd , Op❜nedst thy second book , with pealing time : Oh ! what a sadd'ning yet ...
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... Thou blessest still the country , and rebuk'st The universal soldiership , that held Its venomous yet secret flow ... thou retir'st , To rise with morning's light and walk on snow : Acceptedst thou the sofa for thy theme ? The air bites ...
... Thou blessest still the country , and rebuk'st The universal soldiership , that held Its venomous yet secret flow ... thou retir'st , To rise with morning's light and walk on snow : Acceptedst thou the sofa for thy theme ? The air bites ...
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... Thou mark'st the woodman printing out his steps , Nor chid'st him for the fragrance of his tube , Or his stout lurcher's discipline , then com❜st To where the mill - dam to the freaks of frost Yields up its superfluities , yet strong ...
... Thou mark'st the woodman printing out his steps , Nor chid'st him for the fragrance of his tube , Or his stout lurcher's discipline , then com❜st To where the mill - dam to the freaks of frost Yields up its superfluities , yet strong ...
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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.