Translation from Madame de La Mothe-Guion. The task. Tirocinium. John Gilpin and other poemsBaldwin and Cradock, 1836 |
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... Thou art my bliss , the light by which I move ; In Thee alone dwells all that I can love ; All darkness flies when Thou art pleased to appear , A sudden spring renews the fading year ; Where'er I turn I see thy power and grace , The ...
... Thou art my bliss , the light by which I move ; In Thee alone dwells all that I can love ; All darkness flies when Thou art pleased to appear , A sudden spring renews the fading year ; Where'er I turn I see thy power and grace , The ...
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... See me subject to thy will ! Frown with wrath , or smile with grace , Only let me see thy face ! Evil I have none to fear , All is good , if Thou art near . Yet he leaves me , cruel fate ! Leaves me 12 COWPER'S POEMS .
... See me subject to thy will ! Frown with wrath , or smile with grace , Only let me see thy face ! Evil I have none to fear , All is good , if Thou art near . Yet he leaves me , cruel fate ! Leaves me 12 COWPER'S POEMS .
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William Cowper. Thy will is the treasure I seek , For thou art as faithful as strong ; There let me obedient and meek , Repose myself all the day long . My spirit and faculties fail ; Oh finish what love has begun ! Destroy what is ...
William Cowper. Thy will is the treasure I seek , For thou art as faithful as strong ; There let me obedient and meek , Repose myself all the day long . My spirit and faculties fail ; Oh finish what love has begun ! Destroy what is ...
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... Thou art in my sight : The more my woes in secret I deplore , I taste thy goodness and I love the more . There ... thou sovereign Good ! Thou art not loved , because not understood ; This grieves me most , that vain pursuits beguile ...
... Thou art in my sight : The more my woes in secret I deplore , I taste thy goodness and I love the more . There ... thou sovereign Good ! Thou art not loved , because not understood ; This grieves me most , that vain pursuits beguile ...
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William Cowper. DIVINE JUSTICE AMIABLE . THOU hast no lightnings , O thou just ! Or I their force should know ; And ... art kind ; And in my saddest hours , An unction of thy grace I find , Pervading all my powers . Alas ! Thou sparest me ...
William Cowper. DIVINE JUSTICE AMIABLE . THOU hast no lightnings , O thou just ! Or I their force should know ; And ... art kind ; And in my saddest hours , An unction of thy grace I find , Pervading all my powers . Alas ! Thou sparest me ...
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