The Poetical Works of William CowperW. Smith, 1839 - 516ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Heaven be still Accessible , and prayer prevail , she will . ' Tis not however insolence and noise , The tempest of tumultuary joys , Nor is it yet despondence and dismay , Will win her visits , or engage her stay ; Prayer only , and ...
... Heaven be still Accessible , and prayer prevail , she will . ' Tis not however insolence and noise , The tempest of tumultuary joys , Nor is it yet despondence and dismay , Will win her visits , or engage her stay ; Prayer only , and ...
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... Heaven from above , and Conscience from within , Cry in his startled ear , " Abstain from sin ! " The world around solicits his desire , And kindles in his soul a treacherous fire ; While , all his purposes and steps to guard , Peace ...
... Heaven from above , and Conscience from within , Cry in his startled ear , " Abstain from sin ! " The world around solicits his desire , And kindles in his soul a treacherous fire ; While , all his purposes and steps to guard , Peace ...
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... Heaven on such terms ! they cry with proud disdain , Incredible , impossible , and vain ! - Rebel because ' tis easy to obey , And scorn for its own sake the gracious way . These are the sober , in whose cooler brains Some thought of ...
... Heaven on such terms ! they cry with proud disdain , Incredible , impossible , and vain ! - Rebel because ' tis easy to obey , And scorn for its own sake the gracious way . These are the sober , in whose cooler brains Some thought of ...
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... heaven , the sex - abusing crime , Whose horrid perpetration stamps disgrace Baboons are free from , upon human race ? Think on the fruitful and well - water'd spot That fed the flocks and herds of wealthy Lot , Where Paradise seem'd ...
... heaven , the sex - abusing crime , Whose horrid perpetration stamps disgrace Baboons are free from , upon human race ? Think on the fruitful and well - water'd spot That fed the flocks and herds of wealthy Lot , Where Paradise seem'd ...
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... Heaven , The word of prophecy , those truths divine Which make that heaven , if thou desire it , thine , ( Awful alternative ! believed , beloved , Thy glory ; and thy shame if unimproved ) Are never long vouchsafed , if push'd aside ...
... Heaven , The word of prophecy , those truths divine Which make that heaven , if thou desire it , thine , ( Awful alternative ! believed , beloved , Thy glory ; and thy shame if unimproved ) Are never long vouchsafed , if push'd aside ...
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110 ÆäÀÌÁö - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - I heard the bell toll'd 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 ? — It was.
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew, Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
109 ÆäÀÌÁö - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be : — Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me. Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of...