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beams beneath bids blest bliss blooming groves boast brighter day call'd charms Christian courser dark declension deeds deist delight design'd divine dream earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown give glory God's grace hand happy hast heart heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour int'rest land learn'd light lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature never night o'er once pass'd peace Pharisee pine-apples pity plac'd plain pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'rs pride proud prove Rome sacred scene scorn scorn'd scripture seem'd shine shore sight skies smile song sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye tempest thee their's theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas virtue waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom woes youth zeal
Стр. 213 - 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 then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Стр. 212 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, 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.
Стр. 261 - Tis now become a history little known That once we called 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.
Стр. 233 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Стр. 46 - Thus men go wrong with an ingenious skill ; Bend the straight rule to their own crooked will ; And with a clear and shining lamp supplied, First put it out, then take it for a guide.
Стр. 212 - 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.
Стр. 260 - 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 ? 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 themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Стр. 238 - You think, no doubt, he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall. No ; not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Стр. 262 - Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated...