The Poetical Works of William CowperW. Smith, 1839 - 516 pages |
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... waste . Think yourself station'd on a towering rock , To see a people scatter'd like a flock , Some royal mastiff panting at their heels , With all the savage thirst a tiger feels , Then view him self - proclaim'd in a gazette , Chief ...
... waste . Think yourself station'd on a towering rock , To see a people scatter'd like a flock , Some royal mastiff panting at their heels , With all the savage thirst a tiger feels , Then view him self - proclaim'd in a gazette , Chief ...
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... waste ; If these attendants , and if such as these , Must follow royalty , then welcome ease ! However humble and confined the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt ...
... waste ; If these attendants , and if such as these , Must follow royalty , then welcome ease ! However humble and confined the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt ...
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... waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd , She has one foe , and that one foe , the world . And if he ...
... waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd , She has one foe , and that one foe , the world . And if he ...
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... waste Sent us a wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable , should ...
... waste Sent us a wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indifferent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable , should ...
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... waste and void , For them the states to which they went destroy'd , A cloud to measure out their march by day , By night a fire to cheer the gloomy way , That moving signal summoning , when best , Their host to move , and , when it stay ...
... waste and void , For them the states to which they went destroy'd , A cloud to measure out their march by day , By night a fire to cheer the gloomy way , That moving signal summoning , when best , Their host to move , and , when it stay ...
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Page 110 - 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.
Page 161 - I heard the bell toll'd 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.
Page 52 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 59 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew, Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Page 138 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Page 165 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! 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 110 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. 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 gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Page 109 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...
Page 135 - Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be : — Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me...
Page 52 - I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me. Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of...