The Complete Poetical Works of William Cowper

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H. Frowde, 1905 - 672 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 269 - What peaceful hours I once enjoy'dI How sweet their mem'ry still ! But they have left an aching void, The world can never fill. Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, • The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be ; Help me to tear
Pàgina 199 - the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Ev'n here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There is mercy in every place ; And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot. THE LILY AND THE ROSE
Pàgina 269 - i. iii.] WALKING WITH GOD. Gen. v. 24 OH ! for a closer walk with GOD, A calm and heav'nly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the LORD ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of JESUS, and his word ? 8 What peaceful hours I once
Pàgina 210 - Kempenfelt is gone, His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle, No tempest gave the shock, She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock ; His sword was in the sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four
Pàgina 287 - There if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode ; Oh with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her GOD ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Pàgina 276 - Restraining pray'r, we cease to fight ; Pray'r makes the Christian's armour bright ; And Satan trembles, when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. While Moses stood with arms spread wide, Success was found on Israel's side ' ; But when thro' weariness they fail'd, That moment Amalek prevail'd.
Pàgina 169 - t' immortalize their bones. Some seek diversion in the tented field, And make the sorrows of mankind their sport. But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at. Nations would do well T' extort their truncheons from the puny hands Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds 190
Pàgina 180 - That hellish foes, confed'rate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green wyths. He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compar'd With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scen'ry all his own. 741
Pàgina 111 - And plain in manner ; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture ; much impress'd 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.
Pàgina 281 - Ixix. 15. Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor ! 8 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Does not the word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain

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