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Let laurels , drench ' d in pure Parnassian dews , Reward his mem ' ry , dear to ev
' ry muse , Who , with a courage of unshaken root , In honour ' s field advancing
his firm fout , Plants it upon the line that Justice draws , And ABLE TALK.
Let laurels , drench ' d in pure Parnassian dews , Reward his mem ' ry , dear to ev
' ry muse , Who , with a courage of unshaken root , In honour ' s field advancing
his firm fout , Plants it upon the line that Justice draws , And ABLE TALK.
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... that fight for freedom , undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake
: Religion , virtue , truth , whate ' er we call A blessing - freedom is the pledge of
ail . O Liberty ! the pris ' ner ' s pleasing dream , The poet ' s muse , his passion ...
... that fight for freedom , undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake
: Religion , virtue , truth , whate ' er we call A blessing - freedom is the pledge of
ail . O Liberty ! the pris ' ner ' s pleasing dream , The poet ' s muse , his passion ...
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B . I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts , and can
command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate ' er the
theme , that others never feel . If human woes her soft attention clain , A tender
sympathy ...
B . I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts , and can
command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate ' er the
theme , that others never feel . If human woes her soft attention clain , A tender
sympathy ...
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The man , that means success , should soar above A soldier ' s feather , or a lady
' s glove ; Else , summoning the muse to such a theme , The fruit of all her labour
is whipp ' d cream . As if an eagle flew aloft , and thenStoop ' d from it ' s highest ...
The man , that means success , should soar above A soldier ' s feather , or a lady
' s glove ; Else , summoning the muse to such a theme , The fruit of all her labour
is whipp ' d cream . As if an eagle flew aloft , and thenStoop ' d from it ' s highest ...
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... Religion harsh , intolerant , austere , Parent of manners like herself severe ,
Drew a rough copy of the Christian face , Without the smile , the sweetness , or
the grace ; The dark and sullen humour of the time Judg ' d ev ' ry effort of the
muse a ...
... Religion harsh , intolerant , austere , Parent of manners like herself severe ,
Drew a rough copy of the Christian face , Without the smile , the sweetness , or
the grace ; The dark and sullen humour of the time Judg ' d ev ' ry effort of the
muse a ...
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Page 319 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Page 320 - And still, as fast as he drew near, 'twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike men their gates wide open threw.
Page 323 - 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 316 - I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. ' I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the Calender, Will lend his horse to go.
Page 323 - 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 228 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Page 227 - Ye winds ! that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 162 - The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough ; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff— and speak, and pause again. Such often, like the tube they so admire, Important triflers ! have more smoke than fire. Pernicious weed ! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex, whose presence civilizes ours...
Page 290 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Page 322 - So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems, Volume 1 Poems, William Cowper Volumes 43-44 of Works of the British poets |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Publisher | Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 16 Feb 2008 |
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