The complete poetical works of William Cowper, with life and critical notice of his writings1855 |
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... proved a most valuable friend . Finding his residence at Olney neither commodious nor cheerful , she rented and furnished for him a house bordering on a handsome park at the neighbouring village of Western Underwood , and throughout his ...
... proved a most valuable friend . Finding his residence at Olney neither commodious nor cheerful , she rented and furnished for him a house bordering on a handsome park at the neighbouring village of Western Underwood , and throughout his ...
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... prove that he had long rested his faith on Christ Jesus as his Saviour , and warrant the assurance that death translated him to eternal glory . His death took place on the 25th April 1800. He was buried in St Edmund's Chapel , in the ...
... prove that he had long rested his faith on Christ Jesus as his Saviour , and warrant the assurance that death translated him to eternal glory . His death took place on the 25th April 1800. He was buried in St Edmund's Chapel , in the ...
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... prove , the world and they were hand and glove . As Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares ; They have their weight to carry , subjects theirs ; Poets , of all men , ever least regret Increasing taxes and the nation's debt . Could ...
... prove , the world and they were hand and glove . As Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares ; They have their weight to carry , subjects theirs ; Poets , of all men , ever least regret Increasing taxes and the nation's debt . Could ...
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... prove too much : If all men indiscriminately share His fostering power , and tutelary care , As well be yoked by Despotism's hand , As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land . B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to shew , That ...
... prove too much : If all men indiscriminately share His fostering power , and tutelary care , As well be yoked by Despotism's hand , As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land . B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to shew , That ...
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... Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so . Neglected talents rust into decay , And every effort ends in pushpin ... Prove this , and forfeit all pretence to praise . Make their heroic powers your own at once , Or candidly confess ...
... Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so . Neglected talents rust into decay , And every effort ends in pushpin ... Prove this , and forfeit all pretence to praise . Make their heroic powers your own at once , Or candidly confess ...
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Page 218 - 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.
Page 159 - 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.
Page 230 - Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shalt be : Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?
Page 263 - 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. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Page 142 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Page 127 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Page 284 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Page 257 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 236 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : His truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set. Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Page 298 - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.