William Cowper

Prison'd in a parlour snug and small,
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.

Prison'd in a parlour snug and small,
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.

Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And learning wiser grow without his read more

Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And learning wiser grow without his books.

Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.

Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.

Now stir the fire, and close the shudders fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
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Now stir the fire, and close the shudders fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups,
That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

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.
. . . .
Like Eden's dead probationary tree,
Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.