Poems, Bind 2E. Lincoln, 1802 |
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... Winter Evening • .... v . The Winter Morning Walk .... vi . The Winter Walk at Noon . Tirocinium ; or , a Review of Schools An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . Aspatio • • • • Verses printed at the bottom of the Yearly Bill of Mortal- ity ...
... Winter Evening • .... v . The Winter Morning Walk .... vi . The Winter Walk at Noon . Tirocinium ; or , a Review of Schools An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . Aspatio • • • • Verses printed at the bottom of the Yearly Bill of Mortal- ity ...
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... winter I perceive Fast lock'd in mine , with pleasure such as love , Confirm'd by long experience of thy worth And well - tried virtues , could alone inspire- Witness a joy that thou hast doubled long . Thou know'st my praise of nature ...
... winter I perceive Fast lock'd in mine , with pleasure such as love , Confirm'd by long experience of thy worth And well - tried virtues , could alone inspire- Witness a joy that thou hast doubled long . Thou know'st my praise of nature ...
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... winter soaks the fields , and female feet , Too weak to struggle with tenacious clay , Or ford the rivulets , are best at home , The task of new discov'ries falls on me . At such a season , and with such a charge , Once went I forth ...
... winter soaks the fields , and female feet , Too weak to struggle with tenacious clay , Or ford the rivulets , are best at home , The task of new discov'ries falls on me . At such a season , and with such a charge , Once went I forth ...
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... winter fills again . The folded gates would bar my progress now , But that the lord * of this enclos'd demesne , Communicative of the good he owns , Admits me to a share ; the guiltless eye Commits no wrong , nor wastes what it enjoys ...
... winter fills again . The folded gates would bar my progress now , But that the lord * of this enclos'd demesne , Communicative of the good he owns , Admits me to a share ; the guiltless eye Commits no wrong , nor wastes what it enjoys ...
Side 66
... the town even in the winter . - Reasons why it is deserted at that sea- son . - Ruinous effects of gaming and of expensive im- provement . - Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis . THE TASK . BOOK III . THE GARDEN . As.
... the town even in the winter . - Reasons why it is deserted at that sea- son . - Ruinous effects of gaming and of expensive im- provement . - Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis . THE TASK . BOOK III . THE GARDEN . As.
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beauty beneath betimes blood boast breath call'd cause charms creature dear death delight divine dread dream earth ease ev'n ev'ry fair faith fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal frown fruit give glory grace grave hand happy hate hear heart heav'n heav'nly honour hopes and fears human Israel JEHOVAH JESUS king labour learn'd less liberty light live LORD lyre mercy Mighty winds mind nature nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pity pleas'd pleasure plebeian poor pow'r praise pray'r proud rapture rest rise sacred Saviour scene seek seem'd shine sight skies slaves sleep sloth smile song soon soul sound spirit storm stream sweet task taste taught thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue voice WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Side 37 - 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.
Side 34 - Deep in unfathomable mines Of never- failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs And works His sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Side 61 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
Side 100 - Cataracts of declamation thunder here ; There forests of no meaning spread the page, In which all comprehension wanders lost ; While fields of pleasantry amuse us there With merry descants on a nation's woes. The rest appears a wilderness of strange But gay confusion ; roses for the cheeks, And lilies for the brows of faded age, Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald...
Side 178 - And taught a brute the way to safe revenge. 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.
Side 151 - And win it with more pain. Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Side 32 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Side 98 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent- whether grief or joy. Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet With tears that trickled down the writer's cheeks Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains, Or nymphs responsive, equally affect His horse and him,...
Side 50 - I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
Side 153 - Acquaint thyself with God, if thou wouldst taste His works. Admitted once to his embrace, Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before : Thine eye shall be instructed ; and thine heart Made pure shall relish, with divine delight Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought.