The minor poems of William Cowper, Volumen2J. Sharpe, 1818 - 108 páginas |
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... filial grief , Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream , that thou art she . PART 1 . B My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
... filial grief , Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream , that thou art she . PART 1 . B My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
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... charms of a Sicilian year . Revolving seasons , fruitless as they pass , See it an uninform'd and idle mass ; Without a soil to invite the tiller's care , Or blade that might redeem it from despair . Yet Time at length ( what will not ...
... charms of a Sicilian year . Revolving seasons , fruitless as they pass , See it an uninform'd and idle mass ; Without a soil to invite the tiller's care , Or blade that might redeem it from despair . Yet Time at length ( what will not ...
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... charms of the spring , Though abroad they are frozen and dead . " Tis a bower of Arcadian sweets , Where Flora is still in her prime , A fortress , to which she retreats From the cruel assaults of the clime . While Earth wears a mantle ...
... charms of the spring , Though abroad they are frozen and dead . " Tis a bower of Arcadian sweets , Where Flora is still in her prime , A fortress , to which she retreats From the cruel assaults of the clime . While Earth wears a mantle ...
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... forth my song Beneath a wintry sky . But thee no wintry skies can harm , Who only need'st to sing , To make e'en January charm , And every season Spring . THE POPLAR FIELD . THE poplars are fell'd , farewell c2 39 To the Nightingale.
... forth my song Beneath a wintry sky . But thee no wintry skies can harm , Who only need'st to sing , To make e'en January charm , And every season Spring . THE POPLAR FIELD . THE poplars are fell'd , farewell c2 39 To the Nightingale.
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... charm'd me before , Resounds with his sweet - flowing ditty no more . My fugitive years are all hasting away , And I must ere long lie as lowly as they , With a turf on my breast , and a stone at my head , Ere another such grove shall ...
... charm'd me before , Resounds with his sweet - flowing ditty no more . My fugitive years are all hasting away , And I must ere long lie as lowly as they , With a turf on my breast , and a stone at my head , Ere another such grove shall ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALEXANDER SELKIRK Aspasio beneath bestow'd bird boast BODHAM bosom call'd Catharina charms COWPER cried dæmons dear death declension delight design'd divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dream dwell e'en earth Edmonton eyes fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship GEORGE ROMNEY Gilpin grace grief hear heard heart Heaven honour John Gilpin JOHN SHARPE JOSEPH HILL knew LADY learn'd length life's light live Mary mind Muses ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pine-apples pleasure poet poet's PORTBURY praise prove rest RICHARD WESTALL rose scene seem'd shine shore side sight sing skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound storm sweet tear tell thee theme thine Thou hast thought THRACIAN Throckmorton toil treasure truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE voice waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wish wonder worm youth
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Página 15 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Página 14 - 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?
Página 38 - ... of appetite; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark; So, stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent: "Did you admire my lamp...
Página 53 - 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...
Página 94 - 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; 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.
Página 15 - When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, 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.
Página 46 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 9 - 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 repeU'd : And ever as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried —
Página 5 - 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.
Página 40 - Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.