The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Bind 2Benjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, and Robert Johnson, 1806 |
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Side 39
... flowers , her aromatic gums , Disclosing paradise wherever he treads ? She quakes at his approach . Her hollow womb , Conceiving thunders , through a thousand deeps And fiery caverns , roars beneath his foot . The hills move lightly ...
... flowers , her aromatic gums , Disclosing paradise wherever he treads ? She quakes at his approach . Her hollow womb , Conceiving thunders , through a thousand deeps And fiery caverns , roars beneath his foot . The hills move lightly ...
Side 44
... flower , for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage , and her myrtle bowers . To shake thy senate , and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes , was never meant ...
... flower , for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage , and her myrtle bowers . To shake thy senate , and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes , was never meant ...
Side 68
... flower . seeds . The country preferable to the town even in the winter . - Reasons why it is deserted at that season . Ruinous effects of gaming and of expensive improvement . - Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis . As ...
... flower . seeds . The country preferable to the town even in the winter . - Reasons why it is deserted at that season . Ruinous effects of gaming and of expensive improvement . - Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis . As ...
Side 78
... flower dishevelled in the wind ; Riches have wings , and grandeur is a dream : The man we celebrate must find a tomb , And we that worship him ignoble graves . Nothing is proof against the general curse Of vanity , that seizes all below ...
... flower dishevelled in the wind ; Riches have wings , and grandeur is a dream : The man we celebrate must find a tomb , And we that worship him ignoble graves . Nothing is proof against the general curse Of vanity , that seizes all below ...
Side 88
... flowers , Blown on the summit of the apparent fruit . These have their sexes ! and , when summer shines , The bee transports the fertilizing meal From flower to flower , and e'en the breathing air Wafts the rich prize to its appointed ...
... flowers , Blown on the summit of the apparent fruit . These have their sexes ! and , when summer shines , The bee transports the fertilizing meal From flower to flower , and e'en the breathing air Wafts the rich prize to its appointed ...
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Side 48 - Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support, and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Side 51 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Side 37 - 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.
Side 78 - 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.
Side 160 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —
Side 189 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs, Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Side 13 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Side 12 - Stand, never overlook'd our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.
Side 103 - 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.
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.