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... breath of fame , Prompt his endeavour and engage his aim , Debased to servile purposes of pride , How are the powers of genius misapplied ! The gift , whose office is the Giver's praise , To trace him in his word , his works , his ways ...
... breath of fame , Prompt his endeavour and engage his aim , Debased to servile purposes of pride , How are the powers of genius misapplied ! The gift , whose office is the Giver's praise , To trace him in his word , his works , his ways ...
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... breath , And , smother'd in't at last , is praised to death ! 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 live ...
... breath , And , smother'd in't at last , is praised to death ! 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 live ...
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... breath . Who brought the lamp that with awaking beams Dispell'd thy gloom , and broke away thy dreams , Tradition now decrepit and worn out , Babbler of ancient fables , leaves a doubt : But still light reach'd thee : and those gods of ...
... breath . Who brought the lamp that with awaking beams Dispell'd thy gloom , and broke away thy dreams , Tradition now decrepit and worn out , Babbler of ancient fables , leaves a doubt : But still light reach'd thee : and those gods of ...
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... breath , Sighs for his exit , vulgarly called death : For he , with all his follies , has a mind Not yet so blank , or fashionably blind , F But now and then perhaps a feeble ray Of distant HOPE . 56 The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy.
... breath , Sighs for his exit , vulgarly called death : For he , with all his follies , has a mind Not yet so blank , or fashionably blind , F But now and then perhaps a feeble ray Of distant HOPE . 56 The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy.
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... breath , A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death . The sable warrior , frantic with regret Of her he loves , and never can forget , Loses in tears the far - receding shore , But not the thought that they must meet no more ; Deprived of ...
... breath , A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death . The sable warrior , frantic with regret Of her he loves , and never can forget , Loses in tears the far - receding shore , But not the thought that they must meet no more ; Deprived of ...
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Art thou beauty beneath blest boast Boötes breast breath call'd cause charms dear delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair faith fame fancy fear feel fill'd fire fix'd flowers folly form'd frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope hour human JEHOVAH-SHALOM labour land learn'd light live Lord lyre mercy mind mounted best muse nature never night nymphs o'er OLNEY HYMNS once pain palæstra peace pleasure praise prayer pride prove rapture rest sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shew shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling trifler truth Twas verse virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wisely store wonder worth youth
Popular passages
Page 234 - Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!
Page 277 - 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.
Page 316 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise, — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Page 165 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer, but not inebriate, wait on. each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 234 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Page 164 - tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...
Page 121 - Sounds inharmonious in themselves and harsh, Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns, And only there, please highly for their sake.
Page 150 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. ^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore And in his hands and feet the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts He drew them forth, and healed and bade me live.
Page 315 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes...
Page 192 - But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize. And win it with more pain. Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.