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Beauties of Cowper: To Which Are Prefixed, a Life of the Author and ...
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BEAUTIES of C O W P E beneath bids Blest bliss boast breath bright C O W P E cause charms clime Cowper dear deceiv'd delight distant divine dread dream earth ease Edmonton England ev'ning ev'ry Ev’n ev’ry eyes fair fancy fast fear feel fire flesh-flies flow'r flow’rs form'd fountain of eternal glory grace Greenland groves hand happiness heard heart heav'n honours hope John Gilpin Katterfelto kindled land learn'd Lord lost lov’d mercy midnight hour mind mov’d nature ne'er Nebaioth never nose o'er Omia once pass'd peace perhaps Petronius pleas'd pleasure poem poet pow'r prais'd praise rural scene shine sighs sight skies sleep smile soon sorrow soul sound stream sweet taste thee their's theme thine thou art thought toil truth virtue wind youth
Page 53 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Page 228 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Page 55 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Page 165 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such? — It was. — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern.
Page 12 - 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 165 - 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. My Mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah that maternal smile...
Page 168 - Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated...
Page 228 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Page 15 - 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.