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... Fair commands the song . Time was , when clothing sumptuous or for use , Save their own painted skins , our sires had none . As yet black breeches were not ; satin smooth , Or velvet soft , or plush with shaggy pile : * See Poems , vol ...
... Fair commands the song . Time was , when clothing sumptuous or for use , Save their own painted skins , our sires had none . As yet black breeches were not ; satin smooth , Or velvet soft , or plush with shaggy pile : * See Poems , vol ...
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... fair , Heard the sweet moan with pity , and devis'd The soft settee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , United yet divided , twain at once . So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne ; And so two citizens ...
... fair , Heard the sweet moan with pity , and devis'd The soft settee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , United yet divided , twain at once . So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne ; And so two citizens ...
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... fair prospect ; scenes that sooth'd Or charm'd me young , no longer young , I find Still soothing , and of pow'r to charm me still . And witness , dear companion of my walks , Whose arm this twentieth winter I perceive Fast lock'd in ...
... fair prospect ; scenes that sooth'd Or charm'd me young , no longer young , I find Still soothing , and of pow'r to charm me still . And witness , dear companion of my walks , Whose arm this twentieth winter I perceive Fast lock'd in ...
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... Fair fields appear below , such as he left Far distant , such as he would die to find He seeks them headlong , and is seen no more . The spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns ; The low'ring eye , the petulance , the frown , And ...
... Fair fields appear below , such as he left Far distant , such as he would die to find He seeks them headlong , and is seen no more . The spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns ; The low'ring eye , the petulance , the frown , And ...
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... fair May yet be foul ; so witty , yet not wise . It is not seemly , nor of good report , That she is slack in discipline ; more prompt T ' avenge than to prevent the breach of law ,: That she is rigid in denouncing death On petty ...
... fair May yet be foul ; so witty , yet not wise . It is not seemly , nor of good report , That she is slack in discipline ; more prompt T ' avenge than to prevent the breach of law ,: That she is rigid in denouncing death On petty ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast BOOK bramble breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry 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 Lincoln's Inn Fields 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 skies sleep sloth smile 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 277 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Page 273 - 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 189 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety, interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sov'reign wisdom made them all.
Page 274 - I heard the bell tolled 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? — It was. — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern.
Page 167 - 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 Memory slept.
Page 170 - That tinkle in the withered leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books.
Page 103 - He sucks intelligence in every clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. O Winter, ruler of th...
Page 7 - Stand, never overlooked, our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds; Displaying on...
Page 29 - 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 threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Page 49 - And just proportion, fashionable mien And pretty face, in presence of his God ? Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes...