Cowper: The task, with Tirocinium, and selections from the minor poems, A.D. 1784-1799Clarendon Press, 1874 |
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... speaking to you , I will even speak out , and say good nature . ' There can be little doubt that Cowper inherited from his mother much of that sensibility of nerve and delicacy of sentiment , which proved the source of so great ...
... speaking to you , I will even speak out , and say good nature . ' There can be little doubt that Cowper inherited from his mother much of that sensibility of nerve and delicacy of sentiment , which proved the source of so great ...
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... speak of Vincent Bourne , who was Cowper's form - master , and whose graceful Latin poems his pupil rendered into not less graceful English ; there were Robert Lloyd , Charles Churchill , Richard Cum- berland , George Colman ' the elder ...
... speak of Vincent Bourne , who was Cowper's form - master , and whose graceful Latin poems his pupil rendered into not less graceful English ; there were Robert Lloyd , Charles Churchill , Richard Cum- berland , George Colman ' the elder ...
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... speaking of ' a fierce banditti ' of ' gloomy thoughts , ' - ' That with a black infernal train , Make cruel inroads in my brain , And daily threaten to drive thence My little garrison of sense . ' * I was struck , ' he writes , ' not ...
... speaking of ' a fierce banditti ' of ' gloomy thoughts , ' - ' That with a black infernal train , Make cruel inroads in my brain , And daily threaten to drive thence My little garrison of sense . ' * I was struck , ' he writes , ' not ...
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... speak in prayer : ' but was it well that nerves so finely strung should be subjected to such a strain ? In the midst of labours tending so much alike to spiritual excitement and physical exhaustion , Cowper lost his only brother , to ...
... speak in prayer : ' but was it well that nerves so finely strung should be subjected to such a strain ? In the midst of labours tending so much alike to spiritual excitement and physical exhaustion , Cowper lost his only brother , to ...
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... speak a loud memento . Yet even these Themselves love life , and cling to it , as he That overhangs a torrent , to a twig . 470 475 480 They love it , and yet loathe it ; fear to die , 485 Yet scorn the purposes for which they live ...
... speak a loud memento . Yet even these Themselves love life , and cling to it , as he That overhangs a torrent , to a twig . 470 475 480 They love it , and yet loathe it ; fear to die , 485 Yet scorn the purposes for which they live ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
beneath boast Bodham Bonnell Thornton breath called cause charms Clifton Reynes Cowper death delight died divine dream earth ease East Dereham Emberton fair fame Fancy fear feel flowers folly frown give glory grace hackney hand happy hast Hayley heard heart Heaven honour John Gilpin king labour Lady Austen Lady Hesketh less live lost Matthew Green Middle Temple mind Nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newton nymphs o'er Olney Olney Hymns once Ormus peace perhaps pleasure poem Poet Poet's praise proud scene sedans seek seems shine slaves smile smooth Sofa song soon sound spirit sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art Throckmorton toil truth Unwin verse virtue Westminster School Weston Weston Underwood William Cowper wind winter wisdom wish wonder worth wrote ΙΟ
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Página 73 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Página 26 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
Página 201 - 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!
Página 134 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Página 140 - 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.
Página 202 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet cap, 'Tis now become a history little...
Página 27 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Página 203 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Página 56 - In the pure fountain of eternal love, Has eyes indeed ; and, viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Página 203 - 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.