Poems; to which is prefixed a memoir of the author by J. M'DiarmidOliver & Boyd, 1837 - 514 pagina's |
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Pagina 9
... Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Sel- kirk , .......... 416 On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow , Esq . to .150 .169 ... 189 206 ..229 251 .271 .293 .315 .336 " ...... 360 .387 .411 .413 ib . the Chancellorship of England ...
... Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Sel- kirk , .......... 416 On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow , Esq . to .150 .169 ... 189 206 ..229 251 .271 .293 .315 .336 " ...... 360 .387 .411 .413 ib . the Chancellorship of England ...
Pagina 22
... verse , which he never afterwards claimed . It is also pretty evident , that at this time he not only overrated his friend's talents , but was in a great measure a stranger to his own , otherwise we must consider the fact of his writ ...
... verse , which he never afterwards claimed . It is also pretty evident , that at this time he not only overrated his friend's talents , but was in a great measure a stranger to his own , otherwise we must consider the fact of his writ ...
Pagina 49
... verses , -it made me a carpenter , a bird - cage maker , a gardener , —and has lately taught me to draw , and to draw too , with such surprising pro- ficiency in the art , considering my total ignorance of it two months ago , that when ...
... verses , -it made me a carpenter , a bird - cage maker , a gardener , —and has lately taught me to draw , and to draw too , with such surprising pro- ficiency in the art , considering my total ignorance of it two months ago , that when ...
Pagina 52
... verse as to hear a blackbird whistle . This must be my apo- logy to you for whatever want of fire and animation you may observe in what you will shortly have the perusal of . " It is a common opinion , that certain seasons of the year ...
... verse as to hear a blackbird whistle . This must be my apo- logy to you for whatever want of fire and animation you may observe in what you will shortly have the perusal of . " It is a common opinion , that certain seasons of the year ...
Pagina 56
... wheel round , The dirt we have found Would be an estate at a farthing a - pound . 9 . Now , Sister Anne , the guitar you must take , Set it , and sing it , and make it a song , I have varied the verse for variety's sake , And 56 MEMOIR OF.
... wheel round , The dirt we have found Would be an estate at a farthing a - pound . 9 . Now , Sister Anne , the guitar you must take , Set it , and sing it , and make it a song , I have varied the verse for variety's sake , And 56 MEMOIR OF.
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Poems ... To which is prefixed a memoir of the author, by John M'Diarmid ... William Cowper Volledige weergave - 1837 |
Poems ... to which is Prefixed a Memoir of the Author by John M'Diarmid ... William Cowper Volledige weergave - 1854 |
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Alloway Kirk beauty beneath bids blank verse blest boast breath call'd cause charms Cowper dæmons delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd frown genius give glory grace hand happy hast Hayley heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hertfordshire honour hope hour House of Peers Iliad John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour Lady land light lov'd lyre mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never o'er Olney once pain peace perhaps pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rude sacred scene scorn seem'd seems shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stream sweet task taste telescopic eye thee theme thine things thou thought toil tongue truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 496 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Pagina 89 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...
Pagina 380 - 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.
Pagina 89 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Pagina 256 - Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Pagina 466 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bareheaded you are come, " Or why you come at all ?" Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke ; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : "I came because your horse would come, And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, — • They are upon the road.
Pagina 91 - Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repelled; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried 'Adieu...
Pagina 281 - Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text; Cry — hem; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Pagina 416 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Pagina 508 - I kept him for his humour's sake, For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache, And force me to a smile.