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Page 75
Ask what is human life - the sage replies , With disappointment low ' ring in his
eyes , A painful passage o ' er a restless flood , A vain pursuit of fugitive , false
good , A scene of fancied bliss and heart - felt care , Closing at last in darkness
and ...
Ask what is human life - the sage replies , With disappointment low ' ring in his
eyes , A painful passage o ' er a restless flood , A vain pursuit of fugitive , false
good , A scene of fancied bliss and heart - felt care , Closing at last in darkness
and ...
Page 162
A walk in the country . The scene described . - Rural sounds as well as sights
delightful . - - Another walk . - - - Mistake concerning the charms of solitude
corrected . - - - Colonades commended . Alcove , and the view from it . The
wilderness .
A walk in the country . The scene described . - Rural sounds as well as sights
delightful . - - Another walk . - - - Mistake concerning the charms of solitude
corrected . - - - Colonades commended . Alcove , and the view from it . The
wilderness .
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... on ev ' ry side , And fugitive in vain . The sylvan scene Migrates uplifted ; and ,
with all its ... Never such a sudden flood , Upridg ' d so high , and sent on such a
charge , Possess ' d an inland scene . Where now the throng That press ' d the ...
... on ev ' ry side , And fugitive in vain . The sylvan scene Migrates uplifted ; and ,
with all its ... Never such a sudden flood , Upridg ' d so high , and sent on such a
charge , Possess ' d an inland scene . Where now the throng That press ' d the ...
Page 357
And as for you , my Lady Squeamish , Who reckon every touch a blemish , If all
the plants , that can be found Embellishing the scene around , Should droop and
wither where they grow , You would not feel at all - not you . The noblest minds ...
And as for you , my Lady Squeamish , Who reckon every touch a blemish , If all
the plants , that can be found Embellishing the scene around , Should droop and
wither where they grow , You would not feel at all - not you . The noblest minds ...
Page 389
SoLT ) Since then in the rural recess a w A Catharina alone can rejoice , att ha
May it still be her lot to possessi on The scene of her sensible choice od To
inhabit a mansion remote From the clatter of street - pacing steeds , And by
Philomel ' s ...
SoLT ) Since then in the rural recess a w A Catharina alone can rejoice , att ha
May it still be her lot to possessi on The scene of her sensible choice od To
inhabit a mansion remote From the clatter of street - pacing steeds , And by
Philomel ' s ...
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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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