Cowper's Shorter PoemsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 147 עמודים |
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Cowper's Shorter Poems: Edited With Introduction and Notes (Classic Reprint) <span dir=ltr>W. T. Webb</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2018 |
Cowper's Shorter Poems: Edited With Introduction and Notes <span dir=ltr>W. T. Webb</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2015 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
absolute clause adieu admirable adverb Alexander Selkirk Boadicea cage cognate object Colubriad Cowper says Cowper writes dear DEIGHTON delight dream edition Edmonton English Epitaph Gentleman's Magazine hare hast heart honour hounds Iceni INTRODUCTION John Gilpin John Throckmorton Joseph Hill King kittens Lady Austen Lady Hesketh Latin letter to Lady letter to Unwin light lordship Mary means MICHAEL MACMILLAN Milton mind moral Mother's Picture Muse nature Needless Alarm never Newton night NIGHTINGALE noun numbers nymph o'er Olney perhaps Pineapple poet poet's poetical poetry Poplar Field published in 1803 published in Poems Puss Retired Cat rhyme Roman Rose seems sewed Shaks shorter poems side sing song soon stanza Task tell Tennyson thee thine thou Throckmorton Thurlow Tiney Trainband Twas Valediction verb verses Vincent Bourne volume W. T. WEBB Water-Lily Westminster School Weston Weston Underwood wind word written
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עמוד 43 - 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 its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
עמוד 4 - 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.
עמוד 38 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
עמוד 26 - I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his...
עמוד 39 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little...
עמוד 21 - Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out — Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
עמוד 41 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
עמוד 18 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.
עמוד 98 - Ay me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal Nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
עמוד 40 - So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar ; ' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life, long since has anchored by thy side. But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest...