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" 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!... "
The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature - Страница 472
1846
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Beauties of Cowper: To which are Prefixed, a Life of the Author and ...

William Cowper - 1801 - 231 страници
...beat nor billows roar,"* And thy lov'd consort on the dang'rous tide Of life, long since, has anchor'd at thy side. But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distress'd — Me howling winds drive devious, tempest toss'd, Sails ript, seams op'ning wide, and...

The Critical Review, Or, Annals of Literature

Tobias George Smollett - 1801
...metaphorical language, to the distressing contrast which his own situation and prospects presented. " But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distress'd — Me howling winds drive devious, tempest-toss' d, Sails ript, seams op'ning wide, and...

Poems, Том 1

William Cowper - 1803
...reach'd the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar*," And thy lov'd consort on the dang'rous tide Of life, long since, has anchored at thy side....attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distress' d.... Me howling winds drive devious, tempest toss'd, Sails ript, seams op'ning wide, and...

The Monthly Visitor, and Entertaining Pocket Companion, Том 13

1801
...mother and father having arrived at the mansions of glory, he pours forth the following lines : — But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distrest; Me, howling winds drive devious, tempest toss'd, Sails ript, seams open'ing wide, and compass...

Poems, Том 2

William Cowper - 1806
...with incense play • Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! bast reached the shore, " Where tempests never beat nor...tide Of life, long since, has anchored at thy side. ' Garth, vot. ii. M RECEIPT Ot MY MOTHERS ftCTUKEBut me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always...

The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Том 3

William Cowper - 1806
...with incense playAround her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how switt ! hast reached the shore, " Where tempests never beat nor...roar*," / And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of lite, long since, has anchored at thy side. But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from...

Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 3

Robert Southey - 1807 - 482 страници
...incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; Sotfeou, with sails how swift! hast reach'd the shore, ' Where tempests never beat nor billows...attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always dtstress'd— Me howling winds drive devious, tempest toss'd, ; Sails rrpt,' seams opening wide, and...

Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 3

Robert Southey - 1807 - 482 страници
...incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reach'd the shore, ' Where tempests never beat nor billows...tide Of life, long since, has anchored at thy side. Bin me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distress'd^ Me howling...

Poems, Том 2

William Cowper - 1808
...nor hillows roar *," And thy lov'd consort on the dang'rous tide Of life long since has anchor'd hy thy side. But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distress'd — Me howling hlasts drive devious, tempest-toss'd, Sails ripp'd, seams op'ning wide, and...

Poems, Том 1

William Cowper - 1808
...metaphorical language, to the distressing contrast which his own situation and prospects presented. " But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distress'*),— . Me howling winds drive devious, tempest-toas'd, Sail* ript, seams opening wide, aa4...




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