The Poetical Works of William Cowper, 3. kötetWilliam Pickering, 1831 |
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... muse all night , On the first Eternal Fair ; Nothing there obstructs delight , Love is renovated there . Life , with its perpetual stir , Proves a foe to love and me ; Fresh entanglements occur— Comes the night , and sets me free ...
... muse all night , On the first Eternal Fair ; Nothing there obstructs delight , Love is renovated there . Life , with its perpetual stir , Proves a foe to love and me ; Fresh entanglements occur— Comes the night , and sets me free ...
115. oldal
... of heaven my soul pervades , In spite of all my woes . While sleep instils her poppy dews In every slumbering eye , I watch , to meditate and muse , In blest tranquillity . And when I feel a God immense Familiarly impart , FROM GUION . 115.
... of heaven my soul pervades , In spite of all my woes . While sleep instils her poppy dews In every slumbering eye , I watch , to meditate and muse , In blest tranquillity . And when I feel a God immense Familiarly impart , FROM GUION . 115.
129. oldal
... muse , with no control , And here my books -- my life - absorb me whole . Here too I visit , or to smile or weep , The winding theatre's majestic sweep ; The grave or gay colloquial scene recruits My spirits , spent in learning's long ...
... muse , with no control , And here my books -- my life - absorb me whole . Here too I visit , or to smile or weep , The winding theatre's majestic sweep ; The grave or gay colloquial scene recruits My spirits , spent in learning's long ...
132. oldal
... muse not less a foe ! Choose meaner marks , and with more equal aim Pierce useless drones , earth's burthen , and its shame ! Flow , therefore , tears for him from every eye , All ye disciples of the muses , weep ! Assembling all in ...
... muse not less a foe ! Choose meaner marks , and with more equal aim Pierce useless drones , earth's burthen , and its shame ! Flow , therefore , tears for him from every eye , All ye disciples of the muses , weep ! Assembling all in ...
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... muse , whom I implored , Thrice on my lip the hallow'd stream I pour'd . But thrice the sun's resplendent chariot roll'd To Aries , has new tinged his fleece with gold , And Chloris twice has dress'd the meadows gay , And twice has ...
... muse , whom I implored , Thrice on my lip the hallow'd stream I pour'd . But thrice the sun's resplendent chariot roll'd To Aries , has new tinged his fleece with gold , And Chloris twice has dress'd the meadows gay , And twice has ...
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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...