The Task, Table Talk, and Other Poems, of William Cowper: With Critical Observations of Various Authors on His Genius and Character, and Notes Critical and Illustrative |
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... proud , there must be war ; And never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side . 10 Let laurels , drench'd in pure Parnassian dews , Reward his memory , dear to every muse , 4. Before we yield our ...
... proud , there must be war ; And never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side . 10 Let laurels , drench'd in pure Parnassian dews , Reward his memory , dear to every muse , 4. Before we yield our ...
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... proud with silver pence , I was a poet too ; but modern taste 510 Is so refined , and delicate , and chaste , That verse , whatever fire the fancy warms , Without a creamy smoothness has no charms . Thus , all success depending on an ...
... proud with silver pence , I was a poet too ; but modern taste 510 Is so refined , and delicate , and chaste , That verse , whatever fire the fancy warms , Without a creamy smoothness has no charms . Thus , all success depending on an ...
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... proud protector of the power he gain'd , 605 611 Men and women ( says Anthon ) joined in his festivals dressed in Asiatic robes and bonnets ; their heads wreathed with vine and ivy leaves , with fawn - skins flung over their shoulders ...
... proud protector of the power he gain'd , 605 611 Men and women ( says Anthon ) joined in his festivals dressed in Asiatic robes and bonnets ; their heads wreathed with vine and ivy leaves , with fawn - skins flung over their shoulders ...
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... proud for art , and trusting in mere force , Spendthrift alike of money and of wit , Always at speed , and never drawing bit , He struck the lyre in such a careless mood , And so disdain'd the rules he understood , The laurel seem'd to ...
... proud for art , and trusting in mere force , Spendthrift alike of money and of wit , Always at speed , and never drawing bit , He struck the lyre in such a careless mood , And so disdain'd the rules he understood , The laurel seem'd to ...
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... proud , for a lady had asked the song , and given him the theme . 66 Lady Austin , " says Southey , " has the honor of having sug- gested to Cowper the subject of that work which made him the most popular poet of his age , and raised ...
... proud , for a lady had asked the song , and given him the theme . 66 Lady Austin , " says Southey , " has the honor of having sug- gested to Cowper the subject of that work which made him the most popular poet of his age , and raised ...
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Page 409 - For if the blood of bulls and of goats, and the ashes of an heifer sprinkling the unclean, sanctifieth to the purifying of the flesh : how much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God...
Page 75 - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison.
Page 225 - Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad : Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 138 - 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 266 - Then said all the trees unto the bramble, Come thou, and reign over us. And the bramble said unto the trees, If in truth ye anoint me king over you, then come and put your trust in my shadow : and if not, let fire come out of the bramble, and devour the cedars of Lebanon.
Page 418 - Twas 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, Thy sight now seconds not thy will My Mary...
Page 305 - 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.
Page 14 - Well spent in such a strife, may earn indeed, And for a time ensure, to his loved land The sweets of liberty and equal laws ; But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize, And win it with more pain. Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Page 127 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 284 - 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 —