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... thine ! A. Guard what you say : the patriotic tribe Will sneer , and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie ; And , of all lies ( be that one poet's boast ) ...
... thine ! A. Guard what you say : the patriotic tribe Will sneer , and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie ; And , of all lies ( be that one poet's boast ) ...
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... thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will ...
... thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse ; Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires . Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will ...
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... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What says the prophet ? Let that day be blest With holiness and consecrated rest . Pastime and business , both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they ...
... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What says the prophet ? Let that day be blest With holiness and consecrated rest . Pastime and business , both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they ...
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... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and cursed the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Graybeard corrupter of our listening youth , To purge and skim away the filth of vice ...
... thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the sacrifice , and cursed the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Graybeard corrupter of our listening youth , To purge and skim away the filth of vice ...
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... to the believer ! He can speak- Trembling yet happy , confident yet meek . Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot , And cut up all my follies by the root , I never trusted in an arm but thine , Nor 38 COWPER'S POEMS .
... to the believer ! He can speak- Trembling yet happy , confident yet meek . Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot , And cut up all my follies by the root , I never trusted in an arm but thine , Nor 38 COWPER'S POEMS .
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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
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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.