The task, with intr. and notes by F. Storr, Edição 7101874 |
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... give me a subject . " " Oh , you can write on any subject , " said she ; " write upon this sofa . " Hence the title of the poem , and hence the inadequacy of the title to the contents , a defect which is noticed more than once in the ...
... give me a subject . " " Oh , you can write on any subject , " said she ; " write upon this sofa . " Hence the title of the poem , and hence the inadequacy of the title to the contents , a defect which is noticed more than once in the ...
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... give ample space To narrow bounds . The grove receives us next ; Between the upright shafts of whose tall elms We may discern the thresher at his task . Thump after thump , resounds the constant flail That seems to swing uncertain , and ...
... give ample space To narrow bounds . The grove receives us next ; Between the upright shafts of whose tall elms We may discern the thresher at his task . Thump after thump , resounds the constant flail That seems to swing uncertain , and ...
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... gives the fair 460 Sweet smiles , and bloom less transient than her own . It is the constant revolution , stale And tasteless , of the same repeated joys , That palls and satiates , and makes languid life A pedlar's pack , that bows the ...
... gives the fair 460 Sweet smiles , and bloom less transient than her own . It is the constant revolution , stale And tasteless , of the same repeated joys , That palls and satiates , and makes languid life A pedlar's pack , that bows the ...
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... and incontinence the worst . There , touch'd by Reynolds , a dull blank becomes A lucid mirror , in which nature sees All her reflected features . Bacon there COWP . C 700 Gives more than female beauty to a stone , And THE SOFA . 33.
... and incontinence the worst . There , touch'd by Reynolds , a dull blank becomes A lucid mirror , in which nature sees All her reflected features . Bacon there COWP . C 700 Gives more than female beauty to a stone , And THE SOFA . 33.
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William Cowper Francis Storr. Gives more than female beauty to a stone , And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips . Nor does the chisel occupy alone The pow'rs of sculpture , but the style as much ; Each province of her art her equal care ...
William Cowper Francis Storr. Gives more than female beauty to a stone , And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips . Nor does the chisel occupy alone The pow'rs of sculpture , but the style as much ; Each province of her art her equal care ...
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adjective admire beauty beneath boast breath called Cambridge cause charms College common Compare COWP Cowper Cowper's day death divine dream dress earth Edited England English epithet ev'n ev'ry fair fancy feel Fellow flow'rs FRANCIS STORR French Garden Georgics German gives grace Greek hand happiness heart heav'n hence honour human John Henry Blunt Julius Cæsar king labour language Latin London Lord lost Lucretius Marlborough College means metaphor Milton mind nature Nebaioth never note on Sofa Notice o'er Olney once Ormus Oxford Paradise Lost peace pleasures poem poet poetry pow'rs praise R. C. JEBB Rugby School sake scene seems sense Shakespeare smiles Soul's College sound sweet task taste thee theme thine thou thought Timepiece town Trinity College true truth Unwin verb verse Virgil virtue wind winter wisdom word Wordsworth worth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 143 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Página 68 - For, don't you mark? we're made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see; And so they are better, painted— better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that; God uses us to help each other so, Lending our minds out.
Página 41 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Página 36 - 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 213 - The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence, For there is none to covet ; all are full. The lion, and the libbard, and the bear, Graze with the fearless flocks ; all bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the shade Of the same grove, and drink one common stream.
Página 122 - Made vocal for the amusement of the rest ; The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out ; And the clear voice symphonious, yet distinct, And in the charming strife triumphant still, Beguile the night, and set a keener edge On female industry ; the threaded steel Flies swiftly, and unfelt the task proceeds.
Página 201 - One spirit — His, Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivalled pencil, He' inspires Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, In grains as countless as the sea-side sands, The forms, with which he sprinkles all the earth.
Página 196 - And, seeking grace to improve the prize they hold, Would urge a wiser suit than asking more The night was winter in his roughest mood ; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Página 201 - Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade, that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Página 87 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.