Poems, Volume 1 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 53
Page 16
Oh liberty ! the pris ' ner ' s pleasing dream , The poet ' s muse , his passion and
his theme , Genius is thine , and thou art fancy ' s nurse , Lost without thee th '
ennobling powers of verse , Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest
...
Oh liberty ! the pris ' ner ' s pleasing dream , The poet ' s muse , his passion and
his theme , Genius is thine , and thou art fancy ' s nurse , Lost without thee th '
ennobling powers of verse , Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest
...
Page 18
Incomparable gem ! thy worth untold , Cheap , though blood - bought , and
thrown away when fold ; May no foes ravish thee , and no false friend Betray thee
, while professing to defend ; Prize it ye ministers , ye monarchs spare , Ye
patriots ...
Incomparable gem ! thy worth untold , Cheap , though blood - bought , and
thrown away when fold ; May no foes ravish thee , and no false friend Betray thee
, while professing to defend ; Prize it ye ministers , ye monarchs spare , Ye
patriots ...
Page 19
Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with ev ' ry ill but that of fear , The
nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They swarm around thee , and thou
standst at bay . Undaunted still , though wearied and perplex ' d , Once Chatham
fav ...
Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with ev ' ry ill but that of fear , The
nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They swarm around thee , and thou
standst at bay . Undaunted still , though wearied and perplex ' d , Once Chatham
fav ...
Page 20
Tis not the wreath that once adorn ' d thy brow , The prize of happier times will
serve thee now . Our ancestry , a gallant christian race , Patterns of ev ' ry virtue ,
ev ' ry grace , Confess ' d a God , they kneesd before they fought , And prais ' d
him ...
Tis not the wreath that once adorn ' d thy brow , The prize of happier times will
serve thee now . Our ancestry , a gallant christian race , Patterns of ev ' ry virtue ,
ev ' ry grace , Confess ' d a God , they kneesd before they fought , And prais ' d
him ...
Page 58
Petronius ! all the muses weep for thee , But ev ' ry tear shall scald thy memory .
The graces too , while virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that soft hand of
thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr ' d the sacrifice , and
curs ...
Petronius ! all the muses weep for thee , But ev ' ry tear shall scald thy memory .
The graces too , while virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that soft hand of
thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr ' d the sacrifice , and
curs ...
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
againſt beneath beſt bids cauſe charms cloſe courſe deep delight divine dream earth ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fancy fear feel fire firſt give glory grace half hand head hear heart heav'n himſelf hope hour human juſt kind knows land laſt laws leſs light live look mankind mean meet mind moſt muſt nature never night once peace perhaps plain play pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r praiſe pride prove race reſt ſay ſcene ſee ſeem ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſkies ſmile ſome ſong ſoul ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtream ſuch ſweet teach tell thee theme theſe thine things thoſe thou thought thouſand tongue true truth uſe virtue waſte whoſe wiſdom wrong
Popular passages
Page 307 - 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.
Page 308 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Page 202 - When one, that holds communion with the skies, Has filled his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide, That tells us whence his treasures are supplied.
Page 327 - Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong, As much as I to spoil your song; For 'twas the...
Page 71 - Hear the just law — the judgment of the skies! He that hates truth shall be the dupe of lies ; And he that -will be cheated to the last, Delusions strong as hell shall bind him fast.
Page 317 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Page 238 - Though blameless, had incurr'd perpetual strife, Whose deeds had left, in spite of hostile arts, A deep memorial graven on their hearts. The recollection, like a vein of ore, The farther traced enrich'd them still the more ; They thought him, and they justly thought him, one Sent to do more than he appear'd to have done, To exalt a people, and to place them high Above all else, and wonder'd he should die.
Page 89 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Page 170 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his bible was sincere. Assail'd by scandal, and the tongue of strife, His only answer was — a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Page 308 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems, Volume 1 Poems, Joseph Johnson Poems, William Cowper |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Edition | 4 |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1788 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 31 May 2007 |
| Export Citation | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |