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Aldine edition beneath bids blest boast call'd charms Cowper dear delight divine dream e'en earth Eartham East Dereham edition English Poetry eyes fancy fear feel fire folly form'd frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hand happy hast Hayley hear heart heaven hope hour House of Lords Iliad John Gilpin JOHN NEWTON labour land letter light live Lord lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature never Newton night o'er Olney once pain Parnassian peace pity pleasure Poems poet poet's poetry poor praise pride prove sacred scene scorn Scripture seem'd shine Sir Robert Austen skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine things thou thought tongue trifler truth Twas Unwin verse virtue waste William Cowper wisdom woes wonder zeal
Page 254 - Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Page 257 - twas the self-same Power divine, ' Taught you to sing, and me to shine ; ' That you with music, I with light, ' Might beautify and cheer the night.
Page 195 - I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet.
Page xix - ... till eleven, we read either the Scripture, or the sermons of some faithful preacher of those holy mysteries ; at eleven we attend divine service, which is performed here twice every day ; and from twelve to three we separate and amuse ourselves as we please. During that interval I either read in my own apartment, or walk, or ride, or work in the garden. We seldom sit an hour after dinner, but if the weather permits adjourn to the garden, where with Mrs. Unwin and her son I have generally the...
Page 181 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of- fancy, and a dream of woes; Man is a harp, whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony disposed aright; The screws reversed (a task which if he please God in a moment executes with ease) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till he tune them, all their power and use.
Page xix - I hope, are the best and most musical performers. After tea we sally forth to walk in good earnest. Mrs Unwin is a good walker, and we have generally travelled about four miles before we see home again.
Page 248 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more.
Page 246 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London Town.