William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
Greece, sound, thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name,
But England's Milton equals both in fame.
Greece, sound, thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name,
But England's Milton equals both in fame.
How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
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How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
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Like Eden's dead probationary tree,
Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.
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.
Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.
Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.
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.
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.
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.
