Cowper's Text: A PoemW. and J. Eddowes, 1827 - 70 pages |
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... truth made free . Thy home was in the vale - thy 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 ...
... truth made free . Thy home was in the vale - thy 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 ...
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... truth , And still regains his subject in detail , With a transition suiting well a world Full of transitions , transitory all ; With a dexterity regardless not Of certain models of antiquity : Eden shall be reviv'd - and what is truth ...
... truth , And still regains his subject in detail , With a transition suiting well a world Full of transitions , transitory all ; With a dexterity regardless not Of certain models of antiquity : Eden shall be reviv'd - and what is truth ...
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... truth Dwelt on the line and rule , and finding well The mingl❜d art and nature , chid the frown That lower'd from prejudice or critic heat , If thou couldst play or work , amuse or teach In correspondence , personal or penn'd , With ...
... truth Dwelt on the line and rule , and finding well The mingl❜d art and nature , chid the frown That lower'd from prejudice or critic heat , If thou couldst play or work , amuse or teach In correspondence , personal or penn'd , With ...
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... truth sublime : in that epistle With pleasant dignity thou hast pronounc'd The innate sympathy of man with man Both seed and sustenance of social life , And on that sympathy profusely hung Our fruit and blossom - Olney's glutton then ...
... truth sublime : in that epistle With pleasant dignity thou hast pronounc'd The innate sympathy of man with man Both seed and sustenance of social life , And on that sympathy profusely hung Our fruit and blossom - Olney's glutton then ...
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... truth to sleep , Fatally sleep , wanting the larum - bell Stirring amongst them with its leading call , Sounded by him , when Scotchman Paris - fed , Wild thistle grafted on untutor'd vine , Had gadded pungently , sounded by him , Who ...
... truth to sleep , Fatally sleep , wanting the larum - bell Stirring amongst them with its leading call , Sounded by him , when Scotchman Paris - fed , Wild thistle grafted on untutor'd vine , Had gadded pungently , sounded by him , Who ...
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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.