The Poetical Works of William Cowper, 3. kötetWilliam Pickering, 1831 |
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66. oldal
... groves , whose heads sublimely rise , Earth - born , and yet ambitious of the skies ; The abundant foliage of whose gloomy shades , Vainly the sun in all its power invades ; Where warbled airs of sprightly birds resound , Whose verdure ...
... groves , whose heads sublimely rise , Earth - born , and yet ambitious of the skies ; The abundant foliage of whose gloomy shades , Vainly the sun in all its power invades ; Where warbled airs of sprightly birds resound , Whose verdure ...
72. oldal
... grove , Which shall be loudest in our Maker's praise ! In quest of some forlorn retreat I rove , For all the world is blind , and wanders from his [ ways . That God alone should prop the sinking soul , Fills them with rage against his ...
... grove , Which shall be loudest in our Maker's praise ! In quest of some forlorn retreat I rove , For all the world is blind , and wanders from his [ ways . That God alone should prop the sinking soul , Fills them with rage against his ...
74. oldal
... grove , I taste the sweets of truth - here only am secure . THE SWALLOW . I AM fond of the swallow - I learn from her flight , Had I skill to improve it , a lesson of love : How seldom on earth do we see her alight ! She dwells in the ...
... grove , I taste the sweets of truth - here only am secure . THE SWALLOW . I AM fond of the swallow - I learn from her flight , Had I skill to improve it , a lesson of love : How seldom on earth do we see her alight ! She dwells in the ...
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... suffer'd for his sake . Ye meads and groves , unconscious things ! Ye know not whence my pleasure springs ; Ye know not , and ye cannot know , The source from which my sorrows flow : The dear sole cause of all I feel , — 104 TRANSLATIONS.
... suffer'd for his sake . Ye meads and groves , unconscious things ! Ye know not whence my pleasure springs ; Ye know not , and ye cannot know , The source from which my sorrows flow : The dear sole cause of all I feel , — 104 TRANSLATIONS.
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... the same Inspirer of that holy flame , Which must for ever blaze ! To take the cross and follow thee , Where love and duty lead , shall be My portion and my praise . JOY IN MARTYRDOM . SWEET tenants of this grove ! FROM GUION . 119.
... the same Inspirer of that holy flame , Which must for ever blaze ! To take the cross and follow thee , Where love and duty lead , shall be My portion and my praise . JOY IN MARTYRDOM . SWEET tenants of this grove ! FROM GUION . 119.
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abode Æneas ANTISTROPHE bard Behold beneath birdlime birds blessing blest bliss blood boast bosom breast breath Cacus call'd CALLIMACHUS dark dear death deep delight Delos divine docet Dryope dwell e'en earth eyes fair faith fame Faunus fear feel fill'd fire fix'd flame give glory grace grief grove hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly Jesus Jove king labour lambs Latian Latium light live Lord lyre mind muse never night numbers nymphs o'er once pain Pallas pass'd peace Phoebus pleasure praise prayer prove reign repose rest rill sacred Saviour scene seek your home shades shalt shine shore sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring stream sweet tears theme thine thou art thou hast thought THRACIAN Thyrsis Tiber trembling truth Twas verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE voice Where'er WILLIAM HAYLEY wish youth
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32. oldal - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
44. oldal - The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree ; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee.
46. oldal - SOMETIMES a light surprises ^ The Christian while he sings : It is the Lord who rises With healing in His wings. When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it, after rain.
14. oldal - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
315. oldal - Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left.
317. oldal - No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear. And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme, A more enduring date. But misery still delights to trace Its 'semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allay'd, No- light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd each alone : But I beneath...
250. oldal - Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak. She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
32. oldal - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
29. oldal - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. 3 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.
36. oldal - GOD of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor...