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Till thou art heard , imaginations vain Poffefs the heart , and fables false as hell ;
Yet , deemed oracular , lure down to death The uninformed and heedless souls
of men . We give to chance , blind chance , ourselves as blind , The glory of thy ...
Till thou art heard , imaginations vain Poffefs the heart , and fables false as hell ;
Yet , deemed oracular , lure down to death The uninformed and heedless souls
of men . We give to chance , blind chance , ourselves as blind , The glory of thy ...
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A voice is heard , that mortal ears hear not Till thou haft touched them ; ' tis the
voice of fong , A loud Hosanna fent from all thy works ; Which he that hears it with
a shout repeats , And adds his rapture to the general praise . In that bleft moment
...
A voice is heard , that mortal ears hear not Till thou haft touched them ; ' tis the
voice of fong , A loud Hosanna fent from all thy works ; Which he that hears it with
a shout repeats , And adds his rapture to the general praise . In that bleft moment
...
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... though now and then Heard to articulate like other men ; No jester , and yet
lively in discourse , His phrase well chofen , clear and full of force ; And his
address , if not quite French in eafe , Not English ftiff , but frank , and formed to
please ; .
... though now and then Heard to articulate like other men ; No jester , and yet
lively in discourse , His phrase well chofen , clear and full of force ; And his
address , if not quite French in eafe , Not English ftiff , but frank , and formed to
please ; .
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The longer I heard , 1 esteemed The work of my fancy the more , And ev ' n to
myself never seemed So tuneful a poet before . Though the pleasures of London
exceed In number the days of the year , Catharina , did nothing impedes Would ...
The longer I heard , 1 esteemed The work of my fancy the more , And ev ' n to
myself never seemed So tuneful a poet before . Though the pleasures of London
exceed In number the days of the year , Catharina , did nothing impedes Would ...
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I never heard Sounds such as these , so worthy to be feared . Could I believe that
winds for ages pent In earth ' s dark womb have found at last a vent , And from
their prison - house below arise , With all these hideous howlings to the skies , I ...
I never heard Sounds such as these , so worthy to be feared . Could I believe that
winds for ages pent In earth ' s dark womb have found at last a vent , And from
their prison - house below arise , With all these hideous howlings to the skies , I ...
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Page 37 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Page 294 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Page 36 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 145 - The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task.
Page 214 - To stroke his azure neck, or to receive The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. All creatures worship man, and all mankind One Lord, one Father.
Page 31 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Page 206 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Page 52 - And just proportion, fashionable mien And pretty face, in presence of his God ? Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes, As with the diamond on his lily hand, And play his brilliant parts before my eyes, When I am hungry for the bread of life ? He mocks his Maker, prostitutes and shames His noble office, and, instead of truth, Displaying his own beauty, starves his flock. Therefore avaunt all attitude, and stare, And start theatric, practised at the glass. I seek divine simplicity in him Who handles...
Page 206 - Sacred to neatness and repose, the alcove, The chamber, or refectory, may die : A necessary act incurs no blame. Not so when, held within their proper bounds, And guiltless of offence, they range the air...
Page 193 - The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth. Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Publisher | J.M. Dent & sons Limited, 1802 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
| Length | 428 pages |
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