The Happy Change (William Cowper Poem)
How bless'd Thy creature is, O God, When with a single eye, He views the lustre of Thy Word, The ...
How bless'd Thy creature is, O God, When with a single eye, He views the lustre of Thy Word, The ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
'Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss; Trials ...
(Matthew, xiii.3) Ye sons of earth prepare the plough, Break up your fallow ground; The sower is gone forth to ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
Pruning the rosebush the ache of the summer heat on my shoulders, the feel of the living stalk between fingers, ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
This youth too long has heard the break Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what ...
The Whale that wanders round the Pole Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
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