The minor poems of William Cowper, Volumen1John Sharpe, 1818 - 108 páginas |
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... sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? —It was — where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , grieved ...
... sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? —It was — where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , grieved ...
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... sighs o'er Pope and Swift , And many a treasure more , The well - judged purchase and the gift , That graced his letter'd store . Their pages mangled , burnt , and torn , The loss was his alone ; But ages yet to come shall mourn The ...
... sighs o'er Pope and Swift , And many a treasure more , The well - judged purchase and the gift , That graced his letter'd store . Their pages mangled , burnt , and torn , The loss was his alone ; But ages yet to come shall mourn The ...
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... it cuts him like a scythe When tithing - time draws near . He then is full of frights and fears , As one at point to die , And long before the day appears He heaves up many a sigh . For then the farmers come , jog , jog , 98.
... it cuts him like a scythe When tithing - time draws near . He then is full of frights and fears , As one at point to die , And long before the day appears He heaves up many a sigh . For then the farmers come , jog , jog , 98.
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... sigh'd at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd . Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends , do they now and ...
... sigh'd at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd . Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends , do they now and ...
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... Sighs must fan it , tears must water , Sweat of ours must dress the soil . Think , ye masters , iron - hearted , Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords . Is there , as ye ...
... Sighs must fan it , tears must water , Sweat of ours must dress the soil . Think , ye masters , iron - hearted , Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords . Is there , as ye ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALEXANDER SELKIRK Aspasio beneath bestow'd bird boast BODHAM call'd Catharina cried dæmon dear death declension delight design'd divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dream dwell e'en earth ease express'd eyes fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship GEORGE ROMNEY Gilpin GLOW-WORM go snacks grace hear heard heart Heaven Jean Jacques Rousseau John Gilpin JOHN SHARPE knew Lady learn'd life's light live Mary mind muse ne'er neighbour never night numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace PICCADILLY pine-apples pity poet poet's prove Puss quoth rest RICHARD WESTALL scene seem'd shine shore side sighs sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow sound spaniel storm sweet tears tell thee theme thine Thou hast thought Throckmorton toil treasure truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE voice waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wing wish wish'd yonder youth
Pasajes populares
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.