The Life of William CowperT.F. Unwin, 1892 - 681 oldal |
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... occasion , and even the jew's harp , in the mouth of a specialist , was made to produce sweet tones . So the nonsense - mongers had their harmless jests , and the town was amused . not 12. Charles Churchill . Another of Cowper's London ...
... occasion , and even the jew's harp , in the mouth of a specialist , was made to produce sweet tones . So the nonsense - mongers had their harmless jests , and the town was amused . not 12. Charles Churchill . Another of Cowper's London ...
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... on any occasion is mortal poison , may have some idea of the situation ; others can have none . " My continued misery at length brought on a nervous fever ; quiet forsook me by day , peace THE HOUSE OF LORDS AFFAIR . 91.
... on any occasion is mortal poison , may have some idea of the situation ; others can have none . " My continued misery at length brought on a nervous fever ; quiet forsook me by day , peace THE HOUSE OF LORDS AFFAIR . 91.
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... occasion ) that Sam Cox , the counsel , walking by the seaside , as if absorbed in deep contemplation , was questioned about what he was musing on . He replied , ' I was wondering that such an almost infinite and unwieldy element should ...
... occasion ) that Sam Cox , the counsel , walking by the seaside , as if absorbed in deep contemplation , was questioned about what he was musing on . He replied , ' I was wondering that such an almost infinite and unwieldy element should ...
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... occasion he exclaimed to his brother , " Oh , brother , I am damned ! Think of eternity , and then think what it is to be damned ! " About this time , too , he wrote those sapphics commencing " Hatred and vengeance , " lines which are ...
... occasion he exclaimed to his brother , " Oh , brother , I am damned ! Think of eternity , and then think what it is to be damned ! " About this time , too , he wrote those sapphics commencing " Hatred and vengeance , " lines which are ...
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... occasion , the only one in his life when he saw her without pleasure , he neither spoke to her nor listened to what she said . " Then it was , " writes Cowper long after , " I saw you last , and then it was I said in my heart , upon ...
... occasion , the only one in his life when he saw her without pleasure , he neither spoke to her nor listened to what she said . " Then it was , " writes Cowper long after , " I saw you last , and then it was I said in my heart , upon ...
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acquainted admire agreeable Albans amusement arrived beautiful brother Bull called church Clifton commenced conversation cousin Cowper says dear death delightful Eartham Emberton favour February garden gave Gayhurst give happy Hayley heard heart Hill Homer honour hope Huntingdon hymns Iliad John Cowper John Gilpin John Newton Johnson July June Lady Austen Lady Hesketh laudanum Lavendon lines live London look Lord Dartmouth Madan Martin Madan melancholy mind morning Mundesley never Newport Pagnell night Nonsense Club observed occasion Olney Olney Hymns once pleasure poem poet poet's poor prayer present received reference Sam Roberts says Cowper seems sent spirits Task Teedon tells thing thought Throckmorton Thurlow told took town translation Unwin verse vicarage volume walk Weston Weston Underwood wife William William Cowper writes written
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423. oldal - 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.
430. oldal - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
121. oldal - There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
359. oldal - From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the withered leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books.
393. oldal - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
39. oldal - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
618. oldal - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary...
33. oldal - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
198. oldal - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
619. oldal - The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently...