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William Cowper. " MY DEAR COUSIN , " I HAVE not been behind hand in reproaching myself with neglect , but defire to ... hands to glorify him . amongst men , by a conduct fuited to his word and will . I am miferably defective in this holy ...
William Cowper. " MY DEAR COUSIN , " I HAVE not been behind hand in reproaching myself with neglect , but defire to ... hands to glorify him . amongst men , by a conduct fuited to his word and will . I am miferably defective in this holy ...
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... hands ; if we ufe him well , and liften to his admonitions , he is a friend indeed , but otherwise the worst of enemies , who takes from us daily fomething that we valued , and gives us nothing better in its ftead . It is well with them ...
... hands ; if we ufe him well , and liften to his admonitions , he is a friend indeed , but otherwise the worst of enemies , who takes from us daily fomething that we valued , and gives us nothing better in its ftead . It is well with them ...
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... hand the pencil , and ftudied a whole year the art of drawing . Many figures were the fruit of my labours , which had , at least , the merit of being unparal- leled by any production either of art or nature . But before the year was ...
... hand the pencil , and ftudied a whole year the art of drawing . Many figures were the fruit of my labours , which had , at least , the merit of being unparal- leled by any production either of art or nature . But before the year was ...
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... hand . My purpose then was , to excufe my long filence as well as I could , by telling you that I am at prefent not ... hands are full ; and it is a truth that , except to yourself , I would , juft at this time , have written to nobody ...
... hand . My purpose then was , to excufe my long filence as well as I could , by telling you that I am at prefent not ... hands are full ; and it is a truth that , except to yourself , I would , juft at this time , have written to nobody ...
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... hand , while with his left he snatches the bow from his competitor . He is a fine poetical fi- gure , but Mr. Lawrence himself muft judge whether or not he promises as well for the canvafs . " In November Hayley paid a second visit to ...
... hand , while with his left he snatches the bow from his competitor . He is a fine poetical fi- gure , but Mr. Lawrence himself muft judge whether or not he promises as well for the canvafs . " In November Hayley paid a second visit to ...
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Página 241 - 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 198 - 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. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Página 199 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Página 238 - He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Página 362 - Could catch the sound no more: For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him: but the page Of narrative sincere...
Página 239 - For saddle-tree scarce reached 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.
Página 152 - That reaching home, the night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
Página 212 - And it seem'd to a fanciful view To weep for the buds it had left, with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...
Página 117 - Tis thus Omnipotence his law fulfils, And vengeance executes what justice wills. Again— the band of commerce was designed To associate all the branches of mankind ; And if a boundless plenty be the robe, Trade is the golden girdle of the globe.
Página 246 - Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...