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A . Freeman and slave , then , if the case be such , Stand on a level ; and you
prove too much : If all men indiscriminately share . His fostring pow ' r and tutelary
care , As well be yok ' d by Despotism ' s hand , As dwell at large in Britain ' s ...
A . Freeman and slave , then , if the case be such , Stand on a level ; and you
prove too much : If all men indiscriminately share . His fostring pow ' r and tutelary
care , As well be yok ' d by Despotism ' s hand , As dwell at large in Britain ' s ...
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The freeborn Christian has no chains to prove , Or , if a chain , the golden one of
love : No fear attends to quench his glowing fires , What fear he feels , his
gratitude inspires . Shall he , for such deliv ' rance freely wrought , Recompense
ill ?
The freeborn Christian has no chains to prove , Or , if a chain , the golden one of
love : No fear attends to quench his glowing fires , What fear he feels , his
gratitude inspires . Shall he , for such deliv ' rance freely wrought , Recompense
ill ?
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Then thou art bound to serve him , and to prove , Hour after hour , thy gratitude
and love . Has he not hid thee , and thy favour ' d land , For ages safe beneath his
shelt ' ring hand , Giv ' n thee his blessing on the clearest proof , Bid nations ...
Then thou art bound to serve him , and to prove , Hour after hour , thy gratitude
and love . Has he not hid thee , and thy favour ' d land , For ages safe beneath his
shelt ' ring hand , Giv ' n thee his blessing on the clearest proof , Bid nations ...
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Ah ! what is life thus spent ? and what are they But frantic , who thus spend it ? all
for smokeEternity for bubbles proves at ... And when I weigh this seeming wisdom
well , And prove it in th ' infallible result So hollow and so false I feel my heart ...
Ah ! what is life thus spent ? and what are they But frantic , who thus spend it ? all
for smokeEternity for bubbles proves at ... And when I weigh this seeming wisdom
well , And prove it in th ' infallible result So hollow and so false I feel my heart ...
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The noblest minds their virtue prove By pity , sympathy , and love : These , these
are feelings truly fine , And prove their owner half divine . " His censure reach ' d
them as he dealt it , And each by shrinking show ' d he felt it . THE SHRUBBERY
...
The noblest minds their virtue prove By pity , sympathy , and love : These , these
are feelings truly fine , And prove their owner half divine . " His censure reach ' d
them as he dealt it , And each by shrinking show ' d he felt it . THE SHRUBBERY
...
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Page 377 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Page 335 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Page 408 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Page 398 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Page 334 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 398 - 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 340 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how) He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes ; But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one IF or BUT — That, whenever the Nose put...
Page 193 - Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Page 400 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, "While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Page 400 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.
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| Title | The poems of William Cowper, with notes from his own correspondence |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Published | 1824 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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