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... fields , and female feet , Too weak to struggle with tenacious clay , Or ford the rivulets , are best at home , The task of new discov'ries falls on me . At such a season , and with such a charge , Once went I forth ; and found , till ...
... fields , and female feet , Too weak to struggle with tenacious clay , Or ford the rivulets , are best at home , The task of new discov'ries falls on me . At such a season , and with such a charge , Once went I forth ; and found , till ...
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... field ; but , scatter'd by degrees , Each to his choice , soon whiten all the land . There from the sunburnt hayfield homeward creeps The loaded wain ; while , lighten'd of it's charge , The wain that meets it passes swiftly by ; The ...
... field ; but , scatter'd by degrees , Each to his choice , soon whiten all the land . There from the sunburnt hayfield homeward creeps The loaded wain ; while , lighten'd of it's charge , The wain that meets it passes swiftly by ; The ...
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... field For the unscented fictions of the loom ; Who , satisfied with only pencill'd scenes , Prefer to the performance of a God Th ' inferior wonders of an artist's hand ! Lovely indeed the mimic works of Art ; But Nature's works far ...
... field For the unscented fictions of the loom ; Who , satisfied with only pencill'd scenes , Prefer to the performance of a God Th ' inferior wonders of an artist's hand ! Lovely indeed the mimic works of Art ; But Nature's works far ...
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... 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 sullen ...
... 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 sullen ...
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... field , and clothes a soil So sterile with what charms soe'er she will , The richest scen'ry and the loveliest forms . Where finds Philosophy her eagle eye , With which she gazes at yon burning disk Undazzled , and detects and counts ...
... field , and clothes a soil So sterile with what charms soe'er she will , The richest scen'ry and the loveliest forms . Where finds Philosophy her eagle eye , With which she gazes at yon burning disk Undazzled , and detects and counts ...
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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...