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... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to it's topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has it's charms , Though each it's hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to it's topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has it's charms , Though each it's hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
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... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
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... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art , ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart * Omai . And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here BOOK ...
... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art , ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart * Omai . And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here BOOK ...
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... softer still ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull'd by magic sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore ! True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , 50 BOOK II . THE TASK .
... softer still ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull'd by magic sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore ! True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , 50 BOOK II . THE TASK .
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... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels th ' anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such , the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels th ' anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such , the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast bramble breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry ev❜n fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human labour learn'd less liberty live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove quake rapture rest riddance rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine shrubs skies sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Page 61 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 322 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, 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.
Page 323 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Page 228 - Than cruelty, most devilish of them all. Mercy to him that shows it is the rule And righteous limitation of its act, By which Heaven moves in pardoning guilty man : And he that shows none, being ripe in years, And conscious of the outrage he commits, Shall seek it, and not find it, in his turn.
Page 210 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Page 237 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 325 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Page 203 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept.
Page 38 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Page 234 - Whose fire was kindled at the prophets' lamp, The time of rest, the promised sabbath, comes. Six thousand years of sorrow have well nigh Fulfilled their tardy and disastrous course Over a sinful world; and what remains Of this tempestuous state of human things Is merely as the working of a sea Before a calm, that rocks itself to rest...