First Lines of William Cowper
A nightingale, that all day longA Raven, while with glossy breastAn oyster, cast upon the shore,Come, peace of mind, delightful guest!I shall not ask Jean Jaques RousseauMadam,Maria! I have every goodO'er Murray's loss the Muses wept,Oh, happy shades -- to me unblest!Patron of all those luckless brains,Reasonings at every step he treads,Rebellion is my theme all day;So then-the Vandals of our isle,Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade,The lady thus address'd her spouse --The lapse of time and rivers is the same,The noon was shady, and soft airsThe rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a showerThus says the prophet of the Turk,'Twas in the glad season of spring,Unwin, I should but ill repayWeak and irresolute is man;What nature, alas! has denied