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WILLIAM COWPER. 1731-1800.

THE TASK.

United yet divided, twain at once.

So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.*

Book i. The Sofa.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds

Exhilarate the spirit, and restore

The tone of languid Nature.

The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change,
And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

Ibid.

Ibid.

God made the country, and man made the Ibid.†

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.‡

Ibid.

Book ii. The Timepiece. Mountains interposed

Make enemies of nations, who had else,

Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.

Ibid.

* Two Kings of Brentford, from Buckingham's play of the rehearsal.

† Cf. Cowley, page 137.

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men.-Jeremiah ix. 2.

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.
Book ii. The Timepiece.

Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country and their shackles fall.*

Ibid.

England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
My country.†

Ibid.

Presume to lay their hand upon the ark
Of her magnificent and awful cause.

Ibid.

To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.

Ibid.

Praise enough

To fill the ambition of a private man,

That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains

Which only poets know.

Ibid.

Ibid.

*Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliæ fines penetraverint eodem momento liberi sunt. — Bodinus. Liber i. c. 5.

† Be England what she will,

With all her faults she is my country still.

Churchill. The Farewell.

Reading what they never wrote

Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene.
Book ii. The Timepiece.

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Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss

Of Paradise that hast survived the fall!

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How various his employments whom the world
Calls idle; and who justly in return
Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Ibid.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Ibid.

* "He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again.". Memoirs of Sydney Smith.

I burn to set the imprisoned wranglers free,
And give them voice and utterance once again.
Book iv. Winter Evening.

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.

And Katerfelto, with his hair on end

Ibid.

At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. 'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world; to see the stir

Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.

Ibid.

While fancy, like the finger of a clock,

Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. Ibid.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.

Ibid.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form,
Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife,
And spades, the emblem of untimely graves.

Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.

Ibid.

Ibid.

* [Tar-water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate. - BISHOP BERKELEY. Siris, par. 217.

The Frenchman's darling.*

Book iv. Winter Evening.

But war's a game which, were their subjects wise,

Kings would not play at.

Book v. Winter Morning Walk.

The beggarly last doit.

Ibid.

With filial confidence inspired,

Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say, "My Father made them all!"

As dreadful as the Manichean god,

Ibid.

Adored through fear, strong only to destroy, Ibid.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear

In cadence sweet..

Ibid.

Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon.

Here the heart

May give a useful lesson to the head,

And Learning wiser grow without his books.

Ibid.

*'T was Cowper who gave this now common name to the Mignonette.

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