The Task: A Poem in Six BooksBennett and Walton, no. 31, Market-street, J. Rakestraw, printer, 1811 - 212ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... taste , Now scorn'd , but worthy of a better fate . Our fathers knew the value of a screen From sultry suns ; and , in their shaded walks And long - protracted bow'rs , enjoy'd at noon The gloom and coolness of declining day . We bear ...
... taste , Now scorn'd , but worthy of a better fate . Our fathers knew the value of a screen From sultry suns ; and , in their shaded walks And long - protracted bow'rs , enjoy'd at noon The gloom and coolness of declining day . We bear ...
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... taste and wealth proclaim'd The fairest capital of all the world , By riot and incontinence the worst . There , touch'd by Reynolds , a dull blank becomes A lucid mirror , in which Nature sees All her reflected features . Bacon there ...
... taste and wealth proclaim'd The fairest capital of all the world , By riot and incontinence the worst . There , touch'd by Reynolds , a dull blank becomes A lucid mirror , in which Nature sees All her reflected features . Bacon there ...
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... abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves ? Possess ye , therefore , ye , who , borne about In chariots and sedans , know no fatigue . But that of idleness , and taste no scenes But 34 BOOK I. THE TASK .
... abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves ? Possess ye , therefore , ye , who , borne about In chariots and sedans , know no fatigue . But that of idleness , and taste no scenes But 34 BOOK I. THE TASK .
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A Poem in Six Books William Cowper. But that of idleness , and taste no scenes But such as art contrives , possess ye still Your element ; there only can ye shine ; There only minds like your's can do no harm . Our groves were planted to ...
A Poem in Six Books William Cowper. But that of idleness , and taste no scenes But such as art contrives , possess ye still Your element ; there only can ye shine ; There only minds like your's can do no harm . Our groves were planted to ...
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... taste Of what is excellent in man , they thirst With such a zeal to be what they approve , That no restraints can circumscribe them more Than they themselves by choice , for wisdom's sake ; Nor can example hurt them ; what they see Of ...
... taste Of what is excellent in man , they thirst With such a zeal to be what they approve , That no restraints can circumscribe them more Than they themselves by choice , for wisdom's sake ; Nor can example hurt them ; what they see Of ...
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50 Cents beauty beneath boast BOOK breath call'd cause charg'd charms clime death Deciduous delight distant divine dream earth ease England ev'n ev'ry fair fancy favour'd fear feeds feel field of glory flow'rs folly form'd fountain of eternal frown fruits gives glory grace grave groves hand happy heart heav'n honour hopes and fears hosanna human king labour less lost lov'd lyre mercy Mighty winds mind mov'd nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure polish'd pow'r praise proud rapture riddance rude rural sacred sake scene seek seem'd shade shine sighs silent sleep sloth smiles SOFA soft song soon soul sound spleen stream sweet sycophant task taste thee their's theme thine thou art toil touch'd trembling truth twas vale virtue weary wind winter wisdom wish'd worth your's
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49 ÆäÀÌÁö - There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
202 ÆäÀÌÁö - One song employs all nations; and all cry, ' Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us!' The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes, was never meant my task...
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - Praise is in all her gates ; upon her walls, And in her streets, and in her spacious courts, Is heard salvation. Eastern Java there Kneels with the native of the farthest West ; And Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand, And worships.
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then shakes his powdered coat, and barks for joy. Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl Moves right toward the mark ; nor stops for aught But now and then with pressure of his thumb T...
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - No powder'd pert proficient in the art Of sounding an alarm, assaults these doors Till the street rings. No stationary steeds Cough their own knell, while, heedless of the sound, The silent circle fan themselves and quake. But here the needle plies its busy task, The pattern grows, the well-depicted...