The Complete Poetical Works of William CowperH. Frowde, 1905 - 672 páginas |
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... perhaps Cowper himself had no objection to the newer style ; and we are therefore not compelled to give the text an American air with ' favor , ' ' honor , ' ' labor , ' & c . , nor to print ' satyr ' ( = satire ) , ' sieze ...
... perhaps Cowper himself had no objection to the newer style ; and we are therefore not compelled to give the text an American air with ' favor , ' ' honor , ' ' labor , ' & c . , nor to print ' satyr ' ( = satire ) , ' sieze ...
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... perhaps by Newton - from a doctrinal point of view , and therefore do not concern us ' . I have followed the same plan in dealing with the poems first printed by Bull , Hayley , Johnson , Croft , Southey , and others ; but it did not ...
... perhaps by Newton - from a doctrinal point of view , and therefore do not concern us ' . I have followed the same plan in dealing with the poems first printed by Bull , Hayley , Johnson , Croft , Southey , and others ; but it did not ...
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... perhaps too many of such scraps have been inserted . A few notes , dealing entirely with textual or chrono- logical difficulties , and relieving the footnotes of some lengthy or unimportant variants , follow the Appendix . A list of ...
... perhaps too many of such scraps have been inserted . A few notes , dealing entirely with textual or chrono- logical difficulties , and relieving the footnotes of some lengthy or unimportant variants , follow the Appendix . A list of ...
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... perhaps , a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Lib'ral in all things else , yet nature here With stern severity deals out the year . Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer's ...
... perhaps , a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Lib'ral in all things else , yet nature here With stern severity deals out the year . Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer's ...
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... Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there ; Or , having whelp'd a prologue with great pains , Feels himself spent , and fumbles for his brains ; A prologue interdash'd with many a stroke— An art ...
... Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there ; Or , having whelp'd a prologue with great pains , Feels himself spent , and fumbles for his brains ; A prologue interdash'd with many a stroke— An art ...
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Ash MSS beneath blest boast bosom breast British Museum call'd CANTIQUE charms Cowper dear death delight divine dream earth ev'n ev'ry eyes fair faith fame fear feel flame flow'rs form'd Gentleman's Magazine give glory grace grove hand happy hear heart heav'n heav'nly honour hope John Gilpin light live LORD lov'd lyre mind muse never night numbers nymphs o'er Olney Hymns once pain peace pleasure poems pow'r praise pray'r prove Published 1782 Published by Croft Published by Hayley Published by Johnson rest sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shades shine shore sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey stamp'd stream sweet tears thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought trembling truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY Written youth
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Página 311 - 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.
Página 433 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb.
Página 344 - 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.
Página 344 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. 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.
Página 349 - Inclined 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. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Página 312 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more.
Página 350 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Página 347 - Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad.
Página 362 - Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Página 348 - And every soul cried out, 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.