PoemsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... sound , And truth cut short to make a period round , I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse , Than caper in the morris - dance of verse . 515 B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit , And some wits flag through fear of losing it 520 ...
... sound , And truth cut short to make a period round , I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse , Than caper in the morris - dance of verse . 515 B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit , And some wits flag through fear of losing it 520 ...
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... sounds will be ; 530 But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him who rears a poem lank and long , To him who strains his all into a song ; Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there ...
... sounds will be ; 530 But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him who rears a poem lank and long , To him who strains his all into a song ; Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there ...
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... sounds , tho ' sweet and well combin'd , And lenient as soft opiates to the mind , 80 Leave Vice and Folly unsubdu'd behind . Gray dawn appears ; the sportsman and his train Speckle the bosom of the distant plain ; ' Tis he , the Nimrod ...
... sounds , tho ' sweet and well combin'd , And lenient as soft opiates to the mind , 80 Leave Vice and Folly unsubdu'd behind . Gray dawn appears ; the sportsman and his train Speckle the bosom of the distant plain ; ' Tis he , the Nimrod ...
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... sounds - Your Rev'rence , or Your • Grace ? No. But his own engagement binds him fast ; Or , if it does not , brands him to the last , What atheists call him - a designing knave , A mere church - juggler , hypocrite , and slave . Oh ...
... sounds - Your Rev'rence , or Your • Grace ? No. But his own engagement binds him fast ; Or , if it does not , brands him to the last , What atheists call him - a designing knave , A mere church - juggler , hypocrite , and slave . Oh ...
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... Sounds for the poor , but sounds alike for all : 350 Kings are invited , and would kings obey , No slaves on earth morc welcome were than they ; But royalty , nobility , and state , Are such a dead preponderating weight , That endless ...
... Sounds for the poor , but sounds alike for all : 350 Kings are invited , and would kings obey , No slaves on earth morc welcome were than they ; But royalty , nobility , and state , Are such a dead preponderating weight , That endless ...
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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 184 - O the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me.
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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!