Poems of William Cowper, Esq., with a New Memoir: Compiled from Johnson, Southey and Other SourcesUriah Hunt, 1846 - 284 Seiten |
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... of sin , and especially of that just committed , " and despair of God's mercy , were now never absent from his thoughts . In every book that he opened he At found something which struck him to the heart . He 8 MEMOIR OF COWPER .
... of sin , and especially of that just committed , " and despair of God's mercy , were now never absent from his thoughts . In every book that he opened he At found something which struck him to the heart . He 8 MEMOIR OF COWPER .
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... mercy as ever yet was shown to any man . " His disease had now been dormant for some years ; but in January 1787 , ( a month which he always dreaded , ) it again became active . He now once more attempted sui → cide , and would have ...
... mercy as ever yet was shown to any man . " His disease had now been dormant for some years ; but in January 1787 , ( a month which he always dreaded , ) it again became active . He now once more attempted sui → cide , and would have ...
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... mercy ; made the pledge Of cheerful days and nights without a groan . By ceaseless action all that is subsists . Constant rotation of th ' unwearied wheel That Nature rides upon , maintains her health , Her beauty , her fertility . She ...
... mercy ; made the pledge Of cheerful days and nights without a groan . By ceaseless action all that is subsists . Constant rotation of th ' unwearied wheel That Nature rides upon , maintains her health , Her beauty , her fertility . She ...
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... Mercy with a bleeding heart , Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast . Then what is man ? And what man , seeing this , And having human feelings , does not blush , And hang his head , to think himself a man ? I would not have a slave ...
... Mercy with a bleeding heart , Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast . Then what is man ? And what man , seeing this , And having human feelings , does not blush , And hang his head , to think himself a man ? I would not have a slave ...
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... mercy too . Sure there is need of social intercourse , Benevolence , and peace , and mutual aid , Between the nations , in a world that seems To toll the death - bell of its own disease , And by the voice of all its elements To preach ...
... mercy too . Sure there is need of social intercourse , Benevolence , and peace , and mutual aid , Between the nations , in a world that seems To toll the death - bell of its own disease , And by the voice of all its elements To preach ...
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amused beauty beneath bird boast Bodham breath cause charms Cowper dear death delight distant divine dream e'en earth Eartham ease Edmonton ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fear feed feel flow'rs folly form'd fountain of eternal Gilpin gives glory grace groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Gilpin labour Lady Austen Lady Hesketh learn'd less live Lord Chancellor lost lov'd lyre mercy Mighty winds mind nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newton night o'er Olney once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise press'd rapture ROYAL GEORGE rude rural scene seek seem'd shine sleep sloth smile smooth Sofa soft song soon soul sound Southampton Row Southey spaniel spirits sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin virtue wash'd weary WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom worth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 226 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Seite 71 - 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.
Seite 73 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, ** Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, ** And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture ; much impressed 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...
Seite 244 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Seite 210 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair. 'My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Seite 214 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! Tis for a thousand pound...
Seite 38 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Seite 215 - to tarry there, For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. 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.
Seite 265 - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd 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 reach'd the shore ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.
Seite 213 - 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.