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... To hear it called extravagance and 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 . 4.
... To hear it called extravagance and 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 . 4.
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Born in a climate softer far than our's , Not formed like us , with such Herculean powers , The Frenchman , easy , debonair , and brisk , Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs ...
Born in a climate softer far than our's , Not formed like us , with such Herculean powers , The Frenchman , easy , debonair , and brisk , Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs ...
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The mind attains beneath her happy reign The growth that nature meant she should attain ; The varied fields of science , ever new , Opening , and wider opening on her view , She ventures onward with a prosperous force , While no ...
The mind attains beneath her happy reign The growth that nature meant she should attain ; The varied fields of science , ever new , Opening , and wider opening on her view , She ventures onward with a prosperous force , While no ...
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Tis not the wreath , that once adorned thy brow , The prize of happier times will serve thee now . Our ancestry ; a gallant christian race , Patterns of every virtue , every grace , Confessed a ...
Tis not the wreath , that once adorned thy brow , The prize of happier times will serve thee now . Our ancestry ; a gallant christian race , Patterns of every virtue , every grace , Confessed a ...
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Oh happy peasant ! oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , her's the rich reward : He praised perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the ...
Oh happy peasant ! oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , her's the rich reward : He praised perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the ...
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| Title | Poems, Volume 1 Poems, William Cowper Poems. by William Cowper. With the life of the author by T. Greatheed, William Cowper |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Publisher | W. Wilson, 1821 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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