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... lawn , Unfolds its bosom ; buds , and leaves , and sprigs , And curling tendrils , gracefully disposed , Follow the nimble finger of the fair ; A wreath , that cannot fade , of flowers , that blow With most success when all besides ...
... lawn , Unfolds its bosom ; buds , and leaves , and sprigs , And curling tendrils , gracefully disposed , Follow the nimble finger of the fair ; A wreath , that cannot fade , of flowers , that blow With most success when all besides ...
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK Aspasio beauty beneath bids blank verse boast breath cause charms Cowper death deem delight divine dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fatal egg fear feel fire flowers folly frown give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin JOSEPH HILL labour land light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never night nymph o'er once peace perhaps pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove racter rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seems shade shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound stand stream sweet task taste thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue touch trifler truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom woes worth youth
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Page xv - Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus, and his word ? What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void, The world can never fill.
Page xiv - follow Tliee, • There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! . • There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise." This is the language of first love—pure, tender,
Page xiv - and 45 in Book III. of the Olney Collection, especially the latter, beginning, " Far from the world, O Lord, I flee;" every syllable of which is the direct expression of present personal experience. " The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by thy sweet bounty made For
Page 533 - And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. Yet O the thought, that thou art safe, and he! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; * Garth.
Page 510 - did, and won it too, For he got first to town; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again got down. Now let us sing, Long live the king, And Gilpin long live he; And, when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see
Page 532 - know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum! The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed: All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that kuew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That
Page lii - I was a stricken deer, that left the herd Long since. With many an arrow deep infixed 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
Page 301 - His mind with meanings that he never had, Or, having, kept concealed. Some drill and bore The solid earth, and from the strata there Extract a register, by which we learn, That he who made it, and revealed its date To Moses, was
Page 531 - word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return. What ardently I wished, I long believed, And, disappointed still, was still deceived. By expectation every day beguiled, Dupe of to.morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till,
Page 370 - t' enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say—" My father made them all!" Are they not his by a peculiar right, And by an emphasis of int'rest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind