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... not all to raise So clear a title to affection's praise : His highest honours to the heart belong ; His virtues form'd the magic of his song . h CONTENTS . VERSES written on finding the Heel of a LIFE OF COWPER . xci.
... not all to raise So clear a title to affection's praise : His highest honours to the heart belong ; His virtues form'd the magic of his song . h CONTENTS . VERSES written on finding the Heel of a LIFE OF COWPER . xci.
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... praise they sung , Much praise in honour of Alcides ' deeds ; How first with infant gripe , two serpents huge He strangled , sent from Juno ; next they sung , How Troja and Oechalia he destroy'd , Fair cities both , and many a toilsome ...
... praise they sung , Much praise in honour of Alcides ' deeds ; How first with infant gripe , two serpents huge He strangled , sent from Juno ; next they sung , How Troja and Oechalia he destroy'd , Fair cities both , and many a toilsome ...
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... is it tunes the most melodious lays ? ' Tis emulation and the thirst of praise , A noble thirst , and not unknown to me , While smoothly wafted on a calmer sea . But can a wretch like Ovid pant for fame , 4,4 TRANSLATION FROM OVID .
... is it tunes the most melodious lays ? ' Tis emulation and the thirst of praise , A noble thirst , and not unknown to me , While smoothly wafted on a calmer sea . But can a wretch like Ovid pant for fame , 4,4 TRANSLATION FROM OVID .
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... praise nor the blame is our own , No room for a sneer , much less a cachinnus , We are vehicles , not of tobacco alone , But of any thing else they may chuse to put in us . THE COLUBRIAD . [ 1782. ] CLOSE by the threshold of a door nail ...
... praise nor the blame is our own , No room for a sneer , much less a cachinnus , We are vehicles , not of tobacco alone , But of any thing else they may chuse to put in us . THE COLUBRIAD . [ 1782. ] CLOSE by the threshold of a door nail ...
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... praise , And pluck each other's laurel . A man renowned for repartee , Will seldom scruple to make free With friendship's finest feeling , Will thrust a dagger at your breast , And tell you , ' twas a special jest , By way of balm for ...
... praise , And pluck each other's laurel . A man renowned for repartee , Will seldom scruple to make free With friendship's finest feeling , Will thrust a dagger at your breast , And tell you , ' twas a special jest , By way of balm for ...
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ANTISTROPHE bard beneath birds blest boast born bosom breast breath brow call'd Cowper Damon death decantas delight Delos destin'd divine Dryope earth Eartham ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Faunus fav'rite fears fire flow'rs friendship gentle gold grace groves gulph hand happy Hayley heart Heav'n homeless birds Homer honour honoured land John Throckmorton Jove kind kinsman labour Lady Hesketh lambs length lingua ignota lyre Mary mind Muse ne'er never night num'rous numbers nymphs o'er once Phoebus poem Poet pow'r praise prove quæ Qualia Quam quod rest rose scarce scene seek your home shade shine shore sight sing skies smile smiling queen song soon spirits spring sweet tears thee theme thine thou hast thoughts are due Thrace THRACIAN tibi treasure Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE voice WILLIAM HAYLEY WILLIAM WILBERFORCE wish worth youth
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Page xiii - Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Page 67 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Page 237 - And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary ! But ah ! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary ! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary ! W.
Page 237 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Page 244 - Whate'er they gave, should visit more. Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh.
Page 236 - T was my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still...
Page 236 - Mary ! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary!
Page 68 - His sword was in its sheath; His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder; And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more.
Page 245 - No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear: And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date : But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
Page 205 - That we account most durable below ! Change is the diet on which all subsist, Created changeable, and change at last Destroys them.