Selections from Cowper's PoemsMacmillan, 1883 - 234 pages |
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... of simple worshippers , or be breathed by the voices of children round their mother's knee . It is evident that he had not the secret of this manner of song . C But curiously enough this religious dreamer - this de- spairing PREFACE . xxi.
... of simple worshippers , or be breathed by the voices of children round their mother's knee . It is evident that he had not the secret of this manner of song . C But curiously enough this religious dreamer - this de- spairing PREFACE . xxi.
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... song , Affectionate , a mother lost so long , I will obey , not willingly alone , 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 ...
... song , Affectionate , a mother lost so long , I will obey , not willingly alone , 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 ...
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... song ? Or sing'st thou rather , under force Of some divine command , Commissioned to presage a course Of happier days at hand ? Thrice welcome then ! for many a long And joyless year have I , As thou to - day , put forth my song Beneath ...
... song ? Or sing'st thou rather , under force Of some divine command , Commissioned to presage a course Of happier days at hand ? Thrice welcome then ! for many a long And joyless year have I , As thou to - day , put forth my song Beneath ...
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... song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if Liberty be there ; And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet , In Afric's torrid clime ...
... song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if Liberty be there ; And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet , In Afric's torrid clime ...
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... song ; And history , so warm on meaner themes , Is cold on this . She execrates indeed The tyranny that doomed them to the fire , But gives the glorious sufferers little praise . He is the freeman whom the truth makes free , And all are ...
... song ; And history , so warm on meaner themes , Is cold on this . She execrates indeed The tyranny that doomed them to the fire , But gives the glorious sufferers little praise . He is the freeman whom the truth makes free , And all are ...
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Beau marked beauty beneath birds Book charms clouds COVENTRY PATMORE Cowper cried dear death delight distant divine dream earth ease fame fancy farewell fast fear feel flagged admiral flew flocks flower FRANCIS TURNER Palgrave Gilpin grace half happy harmony Harrow School heard heart Heaven HEIR OF REDCLYFFE homeless birds hope John Gilpin king knew knows labour land light live Lord lyre MARK LEMON mind muse nature Nature's never Nose o'er once peace perhaps play pleasure poet poet's poor praise scene scorn seems Selected and arranged shade shine sight silent SIR NOEL PATON skies smile song soon soul sound storm stout spurs sway sweet Task tear thee theme thine thou hast thought thy growth toil tongue truth Twas verse virtue WARREN HASTINGS whate'er WILLIAM ALLINGHAM wind winter wonder youth
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Page 24 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on th
Page 156 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 129 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 231 - THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF THE BEST SONGS AND LYRICAL POEMS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. Selected and arranged, with Notes, by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE.
Page 80 - 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 earned.
Page 218 - His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. — Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tears that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main: But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more.
Page 79 - 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 131 - How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on.
Page 167 - Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty, screaming, came down stairs, The wine is left behind ! Good lack ! quoth he — yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Page 137 - The Lord of all, himself through all diffused, Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.