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Strona 8
Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer ' s
drooping flowers ; Unwelcome vapours quench autumnal beams , Ungenial
blasts attending curl the streams ; The peasants urge their harvest , ply the fork
With double ...
Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer ' s
drooping flowers ; Unwelcome vapours quench autumnal beams , Ungenial
blasts attending curl the streams ; The peasants urge their harvest , ply the fork
With double ...
Strona 14
The stream that feeds the well - spring of the heart Not more invigorates life ' s
noblest part , Than virtue quickens , with a warmth divine , The powers that sin
has brought to a decline . A . Th ' inestimable estimate of Brown Rose like a
paper ...
The stream that feeds the well - spring of the heart Not more invigorates life ' s
noblest part , Than virtue quickens , with a warmth divine , The powers that sin
has brought to a decline . A . Th ' inestimable estimate of Brown Rose like a
paper ...
Strona 19
Give me the line that plows its stately course , Like a proud swan , conquering the
stream by force ; That , like some cottage beauty , strikes the heart , Quite
unindebted to the tricks of art . When labour and when dulness club in hand , Like
the ...
Give me the line that plows its stately course , Like a proud swan , conquering the
stream by force ; That , like some cottage beauty , strikes the heart , Quite
unindebted to the tricks of art . When labour and when dulness club in hand , Like
the ...
Strona 21
... thought , Elegant as simplicity , and warm As ecstacy , unmanacled by form ,
Not prompted , as in our degenerate days , By low ambition and the thirst of
praise , Was natural as is the flowing stream , And yet magnificent a God the
theme !
... thought , Elegant as simplicity , and warm As ecstacy , unmanacled by form ,
Not prompted , as in our degenerate days , By low ambition and the thirst of
praise , Was natural as is the flowing stream , And yet magnificent a God the
theme !
Strona 36
Like fabled Tantalus , condemn ' d to hear The precious stream still purling in his
ear , Lip - deep in what he longs for , and yet curst With prohibition , and
perpetual thirst ? No , wrangler — destitute of shame and sense , The precept ,
that ...
Like fabled Tantalus , condemn ' d to hear The precious stream still purling in his
ear , Lip - deep in what he longs for , and yet curst With prohibition , and
perpetual thirst ? No , wrangler — destitute of shame and sense , The precept ,
that ...
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Strona 174 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, 'The wine is left behind!' ' Good lack,' quoth he — ' yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Strona iv - Now when Daniel knew that the writing was signed, he went into his house; and his windows being open in his chamber toward Jerusalem, he kneeled upon his knees three times a day, and prayed, and gave thanks before his God, as he did aforetime.
Strona 179 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware!" So, turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Strona 38 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night, Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Strona 177 - Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Strona 175 - So, fair and softly, John he cried, But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Strona 94 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Strona 208 - Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away: But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Strona 207 - 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!
Strona 178 - His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him: What news? what news? your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all ? Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke!
Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | Poems, Tom 1 Poems, William Cowper |
| Autor | William Cowper |
| Wydawca | J. Johnson, 1808 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Biblioteka Publiczna w Nowym Jorku |
| W formie cyfrowej | 28 Lis 2006 |
| Liczba stron | 436 |
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