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Our striplings shine , indeed , but with such rays As set the midnight riot in a blaze
; And seem , if judg ' d by their exprelive looks , Deeper in none than in their
surgeon ' s books . Say , mufe , ( for ... Be it ' a weakness , it deserves fome praise
; We love the play - place of our early days The scene is touching , and the heart
is stone That feels not at that fight , and feels at nöde . The wall on which we tried
our graving skills The very name we carv ' d , subsisting still ; . The bench on
which ...
Our striplings shine , indeed , but with such rays As set the midnight riot in a blaze
; And seem , if judg ' d by their exprelive looks , Deeper in none than in their
surgeon ' s books . Say , mufe , ( for ... Be it ' a weakness , it deserves fome praise
; We love the play - place of our early days The scene is touching , and the heart
is stone That feels not at that fight , and feels at nöde . The wall on which we tried
our graving skills The very name we carv ' d , subsisting still ; . The bench on
which ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems, Volume 1 Poems, William Cowper |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Publisher | T. Johnston, 1803 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
| Length | 348 pages |
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