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" OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage... "
Moral and sacred poetry, selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton - Side 228
af Moral and sacred poetry - 1829
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The Evangelical Magazine, Bind 5

1797 - 610 sider
...THE EQUITY OF DIVINE PROVIDENCE. ELL might the elegant and judicious Cowper fay, My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with whifh earth is fill'd: For our world is the fcene of- univerfal oppreffion and in-, juftice. Let not...
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The Bee: A Selection of Poetry

1796 - 220 sider
...Of unfuccefsful and fuccefsful war, ^ Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My foul is fick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flefh in man's obdurate henrt, It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood...
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Poems, Bind 2

William Cowper - 1800 - 364 sider
...deceit, Of unfuccefsful or fuccefsful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd,i My foul is fick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flefli in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of...
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Poems of Established Reputation: To Wit: 1st. The Art of Preserving Health

1802 - 302 sider
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, 5 My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of Brotherhood...
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Poems,

William Cowper - 1803 - 386 sider
...deceit, Of unfuccefsful or fuccefsful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My foul is fick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flefh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is fevered...
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Poems, Bind 2

William Cowper - 1805 - 366 sider
...deceit, Of unfuccefsful or fuccefsful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My foul is fick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flefh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is fevered...
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Poems, Bind 2

William Cowper - 1805 - 376 sider
...deceit, Of unfuccefsful or fuccefsful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My foul is fick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flefh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is fevered...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper: Of the Inner Temple, Esq, Bind 2

William Cowper - 1806 - 234 sider
...Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My soul is sick, with every day's report...which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax,...
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Poems, Bind 2

William Cowper - 1806 - 300 sider
...rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong...which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax, That...
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A Portraiture of Quakerism: As Taken from a View of the Moral ..., Bind 3

Thomas Clarkson - 1806 - 480 sider
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd — • Lands, intersected by a narrow frith, Abhor each other. Mountains interpos'd Make •...
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