PoemsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroick song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . 275 280 285 290 Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And 18 TABLE TALK .
... Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroick song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . 275 280 285 290 Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And 18 TABLE TALK .
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... lost , In all , but wars against that title most ; What follows next let cities of great name , 430 And regions long since desolate , proclaim . Nineveh , Babylon , and ancient Rome , Speak to the present times , and times to come ...
... lost , In all , but wars against that title most ; What follows next let cities of great name , 430 And regions long since desolate , proclaim . Nineveh , Babylon , and ancient Rome , Speak to the present times , and times to come ...
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... lost their way ; And being always prim'd with politesse For men of their appearance and address , With much compassion undertakes the task , 385 To tell them more than they have wit to ask ; Points to inscriptions wheresoe'er they tread ...
... lost their way ; And being always prim'd with politesse For men of their appearance and address , With much compassion undertakes the task , 385 To tell them more than they have wit to ask ; Points to inscriptions wheresoe'er they tread ...
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... lost , Sees far as human opticks may command , A sleeping fog , and fancies it dry land ! Spreads all his canvass , ev'ry sinew plies ; Pants for❜t , aims at it , enters it , and dies ! Then farewell all self - satisfying schemes , His ...
... lost , Sees far as human opticks may command , A sleeping fog , and fancies it dry land ! Spreads all his canvass , ev'ry sinew plies ; Pants for❜t , aims at it , enters it , and dies ! Then farewell all self - satisfying schemes , His ...
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... lost . 30 Heav'n on such terms ! ( they cry with proud disdain , ) Incredible , impossible , and vain ! — Rebel , because ' tis Casy to obey : And scorn , for its own sake , the gracious way . 35 These are the sober , in whose cooler ...
... lost . 30 Heav'n on such terms ! ( they cry with proud disdain , ) Incredible , impossible , and vain ! — Rebel , because ' tis Casy to obey : And scorn , for its own sake , the gracious way . 35 These are the sober , in whose cooler ...
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beauty beneath boast breast breath call'd cause charms Cowper daugh dear death delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth Eartham ease East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd give glory grace groves hand Happisburgh happy hast Hayley heart Heav'n honour hope human John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour lady Hesketh learn'd lyre magick mind mounted best muse musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newport Pagnel night nymphs o'er once pain pass'd peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r proud prove publick rest sacred scene scorn seem'd shade shine shore sight skies smile song soon soul sound spirit stamp'd stream sweet taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Página 181 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Página 237 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound...
Página 239 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Página 181 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child; chase all thy fears away!
Página 112 - Toll for the brave ! Brave 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.
Página 251 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away: But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Página 184 - O the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me.
Página 179 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more.
Página 236 - He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Página 235 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, The wine is left behind!