William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.
Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.
A story, in which native humour reigns,
Is often useful, always entertains;
A graver fact, enlisted on read more
A story, in which native humour reigns,
Is often useful, always entertains;
A graver fact, enlisted on your side,
May furnish illustration, well applied;
But sedentary weavers of long tales
Give me the fidgets, and my patience fails.
Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared,
And ages ere the Mantuan Swan was heard;
To carry nature read more
Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared,
And ages ere the Mantuan Swan was heard;
To carry nature lengths unknown before,
To give a Milton birth, asked ages more.
God made the country and man made the town.
God made the country and man made the town.
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression read more
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.
He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News read more
He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News from all nations lumbering at his back.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always read more
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
