Poems of William Cowper, Esq: With a New MemoirLeavitt & Allen, 1869 - 288 páginas |
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... dear cousin , " he says , " to receive presents , so delicately con- veyed , but it is also very painful to have nobody to thank for them . " " Alas , the love of woman ! " Southey conjeo- tures that Anonymous was no other than Theodora ...
... dear cousin , " he says , " to receive presents , so delicately con- veyed , but it is also very painful to have nobody to thank for them . " " Alas , the love of woman ! " Southey conjeo- tures that Anonymous was no other than Theodora ...
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... dear , a little history in short hand . I know it will touch your feelings , but do not let it inte rest them too much . " According to Cowper's narrative of his first attack , he believed that his disease was entirely the work of the ...
... dear , a little history in short hand . I know it will touch your feelings , but do not let it inte rest them too much . " According to Cowper's narrative of his first attack , he believed that his disease was entirely the work of the ...
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... dear friend , " he begins , " after a long but necessary interruption of our correspondence , I return to it again , in one respect at least , better qualified for it than before ; I mean by a belief in your identity , which for ...
... dear friend , " he begins , " after a long but necessary interruption of our correspondence , I return to it again , in one respect at least , better qualified for it than before ; I mean by a belief in your identity , which for ...
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... dear Rose , whom I thought withered and fallen from the stalk , but whom I find still alive : nothing could give me greater pleasure than to know it , and to learn it from yourself . I loved you dearly when you were a child , and love ...
... dear Rose , whom I thought withered and fallen from the stalk , but whom I find still alive : nothing could give me greater pleasure than to know it , and to learn it from yourself . I loved you dearly when you were a child , and love ...
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... dear , dear Rose , ever yours , W. C. " About this time , the laureateship became vacant by the death of Warton ; Cowper was always ready at occasional verses ; and his friends were desirous to procure the offic for him ; but he ...
... dear , dear Rose , ever yours , W. C. " About this time , the laureateship became vacant by the death of Warton ; Cowper was always ready at occasional verses ; and his friends were desirous to procure the offic for him ; but he ...
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amused beauty beneath boast Bodham breath call'd cause charms Cowper dear death delight distant divine dream e'en earth Eartham ease Edmonton ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fear feed feel flow'rs folly form'd fountain of eternal Gilpin gives glory grace groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Gilpin labour Lady Hesketh less live Lord Chancellor lost lov'd lyre mercy Mighty winds mind nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newton night nymphs o'er Olney once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poet pow'r praise press'd proud rapture rude rural sake says scene seek seem'd shine sleep sloth smile smooth Sofa soft song soon soul sound Southampton Row Southey spaniel spirits sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin virtue wash'd weary WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom worthy
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Página 204 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, •' Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !" The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Página 267 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Página 197 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Página 239 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 44 - Within the twilight of their distant shades ; There, lost behind a rising ground, the wood Seems sunk, and shorten'd to its topmost boughs. No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Página 75 - I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain ; And plain in manner. Decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture. Much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Página 240 - Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford : But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.
Página 216 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Página 73 - Support, and ornament of virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth ; there stands The legate of the skies ; his theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Página 63 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.