Simple poems from Cowper, with life of the author and notes by F. Storr

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Pàgina 41 - 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.
Pàgina 34 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought ; Away went hat and wig ; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Pàgina 50 - 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...
Pàgina 50 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Pàgina 50 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Pàgina 41 - 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.
Pàgina 37 - Stop thief ! stop thief! — a highwayman ! " Not one of them was mute ; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space ; The tollmen thinking as before, That Gilpin rode a race.
Pàgina 36 - Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : I came because your horse would come; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here— They are upon the road.
Pàgina 50 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar.
Pàgina 36 - And all the world would stare If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.

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