William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the read more
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
OF needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.
And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known read more
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,
And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,
And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.
We bear our shades about us; self-deprived
Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread,
And range an read more
We bear our shades about us; self-deprived
Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread,
And range an Indian waste without a tree.
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.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell read more
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
