The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley, 3. kötet

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16. oldal - through yonder glade— Apt emblem of a virtuous maid!— Silent and chaste, she steals along, Far from the world's gay, busy throng ; With gentle, yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destin'd course : Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing, and blest, where'er she goes : Pure-bosom'd, as that watery glass, And
394. oldal - held thee, swallowing down. Thy yet close-folded latitude of boughs, And all thine embryo vastness, at a gulp. But fate thy growth decreed: autumnal rains, Beneath thy parent-tree, mellow'd the soil Design'd thy cradle, and a skipping deer, With pointed hoof dibbling the glebe, prepar'd The soft receptacle, in which secure Thy rudiments should sleep
398. oldal - Long since, and rovers of the forest wild, With bow and shaft, have burnt them. Some have left A splinter'd stump, bleach'd to a snowy white ; And, some, memorial none where once they grew. Yet life still lingers in thee, and puts forth Proof not contemptible of what she can, Even where death predominates. The spring
34. oldal - here it comes— • . • I am just two and two, I am warm, I am cold, And the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am lawful, unlawful—a duty, a fault, I am often sold dear, good for nothing when bought, An extraordinary boon, and a matter of course, And yielded with pleasure—when taken by force.
309. oldal - in bed, waiting till I could reasonably hope, that the parlour might be ready for me, I invoked the muse, and composed the following EPITAPH. Here Johnson lies—a sage by all allow'd, Whom to have bred may well make England proud; Whose prose was eloquence, by wisdom taught,
397. oldal - Slow into such, magnificent decay. Time was, when settling on thy leaf, a fly Could shake thee to the root—and time has been When tempests could not. At thy firmest age Thou hadst within thy bole solid contents That might have
396. oldal - sustain The force that agitates not unimpair'd, But worn by frequent impulse, to the cause Of their best tone their dissolution owe. Thought cannot spend itself .comparing still The great and little of thy lot, thy growth From almost nullity into a
274. oldal - such an exact accord has been contrived between his car, and the sounds with which, at least in a rural situation, it is almost every moment visited. All the world is sensible of the uncomfortable effect that certain sounds have upon the nerves, and consequently upon the spirits—And if a
399. oldal - will perform Myself the oracle, and will discourse In my own ear, such matter as I may. One man alone, the father of us all, Drew not his life from woman; never gaz'd, With mute unconsciousness of what he saw, On all around him
395. oldal - of the woods ! And time hath made thee what thou art—a cave For owls to roost in ! Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign, and the numerous flock, That grazd it stood beneath that ample cope

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