The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Volume 2Benjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, and Robert Johnson, 1806 - English poetry |
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... touch , has yet its bloom , And decks itself with ornaments of gold , Yields no unpleasing ramble ; there the turf Smells fresh , and rich in odoriferous herbs And fungous fruits of earth , regales the sense With luxury of unexpected ...
... touch , has yet its bloom , And decks itself with ornaments of gold , Yields no unpleasing ramble ; there the turf Smells fresh , and rich in odoriferous herbs And fungous fruits of earth , regales the sense With luxury of unexpected ...
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... touch , Conveying worthless dross into its place ; Loud when they beg , dumb only when they steal . Strange ! that a creature rational , and cast In human mould , should brutalize by choice His nature ; and , though capable of arts , By ...
... touch , Conveying worthless dross into its place ; Loud when they beg , dumb only when they steal . Strange ! that a creature rational , and cast In human mould , should brutalize by choice His nature ; and , though capable of arts , By ...
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... touch of fire . He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own ; and having power To enforce the wrong , for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as a lawful prey . Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each ...
... touch of fire . He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own ; and having power To enforce the wrong , for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as a lawful prey . Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each ...
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... touch our country , and their shackles fall . That is 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 ...
... touch our country , and their shackles fall . That is 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 ...
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... touch that holy thing ) - The pulpit ( when the satirist has at last , Strutting and vapouring in an empty school , Spent all his force and made no proselyte ) - I say the pulpit ( in the sober use Of its legitimate , peculiar powers ) ...
... touch that holy thing ) - The pulpit ( when the satirist has at last , Strutting and vapouring in an empty school , Spent all his force and made no proselyte ) - I say the pulpit ( in the sober use Of its legitimate , peculiar powers ) ...
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Page 48 - Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support, and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Page 51 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 37 - 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 earned.
Page 78 - In the pure fountain of eternal love, Has eyes indeed ; and, viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Page 160 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —
Page 189 - 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 13 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Page 12 - Stand, never overlook'd our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.
Page 103 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 50 - I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.