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Page 227
Theirs is indeed A teaching voice ; but ' tis the praise of thinė , That whom it
teaches it makes prompt to learn , And with the boon gives talents for its use . 860
Till thou art heard , imaginations vain Possess the heart , and fables false as Hell
...
Theirs is indeed A teaching voice ; but ' tis the praise of thinė , That whom it
teaches it makes prompt to learn , And with the boon gives talents for its use . 860
Till thou art heard , imaginations vain Possess the heart , and fables false as Hell
...
Page 228
A voice is heard , that mortal ears hear not , Till thou hast touch ' d them ; ' tis the
voice of song - A loud Hosanna sent from all thy works ; Which he that hears it
with a shout repeats , And adds his rapture to the gen ' ral praise . 890 ea In that ...
A voice is heard , that mortal ears hear not , Till thou hast touch ' d them ; ' tis the
voice of song - A loud Hosanna sent from all thy works ; Which he that hears it
with a shout repeats , And adds his rapture to the gen ' ral praise . 890 ea In that ...
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... to any toy , That youth takes pleasure in , to please his boy : Then why resign
into a stranger ' s hand 551 A task as much within your own command , That God
, and nature , and your int ' rest too , Seem with one voice to delegate to you ?
... to any toy , That youth takes pleasure in , to please his boy : Then why resign
into a stranger ' s hand 551 A task as much within your own command , That God
, and nature , and your int ' rest too , Seem with one voice to delegate to you ?
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Those lips are thine - thy own sweet smile I see , The same , that oft in childhood
solac ' d me ; Voice only fails , else ' how distinct they say , “ Grieve not , my child ,
chase all thy fears away ! ” . . Where no volcano pours his fiery flood , 372 .
Those lips are thine - thy own sweet smile I see , The same , that oft in childhood
solac ' d me ; Voice only fails , else ' how distinct they say , “ Grieve not , my child ,
chase all thy fears away ! ” . . Where no volcano pours his fiery flood , 372 .
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child , chase all thy fears away ! ” ܕܨܫܝ ܨܝܫܫܝ ܝܝܚܙܫܝܝܫܝ El ...
Where no volcano pours his fiery flood , No crested wanniardino hionloom i Whe
Whe A lai In Bi REC OTHA With m Those li The san Voice oi “ Grieve not , my
child , chase all thy fears away ! ” ܕܨܫܝ ܨܝܫܫܝ ܝܝܚܙܫܝܝܫܝ El ...
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Page 262 - One song employs all nations, and all cry, ' Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us ! ' The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy : Till nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 251 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs, Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Page 58 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, ** And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 365 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Page 369 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Page 89 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. ^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore And in his hands and feet the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts He drew them forth, and healed and bade me live.
Page 352 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed 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 137 - Made vocal for the amusement of the rest ; The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out; And the clear voice symphonious, yet distinct, And in the charming strife triumphant still ; Beguile the night, and set a keener edge On female industry : the threaded steel Flies swiftly, and unfelt the task proceeds.
Page 224 - The night was winter in his roughest mood ; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Page 98 - Few know thy value, and few taste thy sweets; Though many boast thy favours, and affect To understand and choose thee for their own.
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| Title | Poems [ed. by J. Newton]. Illustr. with engr. from the designs of R. Westall, Volume 2 Poems [ed. by J. Newton]. Illustr. with engr. from the designs of R. Westall, William Cowper |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Editor | John Newton |
| Published | 1810 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 11 Apr 2006 |
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