The Life, and Posthumous Writings, of William Cowper, Esqr: With an Introductory Letter to the Right Honourable Earl Cowper, Tom 2J. Seagrave, 1803 |
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... It is th ' allotment of the skies , The hand of the Supremely Wise , That guides and governs our affections , And plans and orders our connections . B 2 These These charming Verses strike with peculiar force on my heart LIFE OF COWPER . 3.
... It is th ' allotment of the skies , The hand of the Supremely Wise , That guides and governs our affections , And plans and orders our connections . B 2 These These charming Verses strike with peculiar force on my heart LIFE OF COWPER . 3.
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... hand , to be as se- cret as you , and there was a time when I could be so . Then I lived the life of a solitary , was not visited by a single neighbour , because I had none with whom I could associate ; nor ever had an inmate . This was ...
... hand , to be as se- cret as you , and there was a time when I could be so . Then I lived the life of a solitary , was not visited by a single neighbour , because I had none with whom I could associate ; nor ever had an inmate . This was ...
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... hand , and with so much accuracy . At present I have no leisure for Homer , but shall certainly find leisure to examine him with a reference to your strictures , be- fore I send him a second time to the Printer . This I am at pre- sent ...
... hand , and with so much accuracy . At present I have no leisure for Homer , but shall certainly find leisure to examine him with a reference to your strictures , be- fore I send him a second time to the Printer . This I am at pre- sent ...
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... hand ? Thrice welcome then ! for many a long And joyless year have I , As thou to day , put forth my song Beneath a wintry sky . But thee no wintry skies can harm , Who only need'st to sing , To make ev'n January charm , And ev'ry ...
... hand ? Thrice welcome then ! for many a long And joyless year have I , As thou to day , put forth my song Beneath a wintry sky . But thee no wintry skies can harm , Who only need'st to sing , To make ev'n January charm , And ev'ry ...
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... hands in poetry . W. C. LETTER XVI . To SAMUEL ROSE , Esqr . Weston , April 5 , 1792 . You talk , my dear friend , as John Bunyan says , like one that has the egg - shell still upon his head . You talk of the mighty favors that you have ...
... hands in poetry . W. C. LETTER XVI . To SAMUEL ROSE , Esqr . Weston , April 5 , 1792 . You talk , my dear friend , as John Bunyan says , like one that has the egg - shell still upon his head . You talk of the mighty favors that you have ...
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Adieu admirable affectionate afflicted appear Bard bird-lime Callimachus Catharina charm Courteney Cowper DEAR SIR dearest Brother DEAREST COZ delight Dereham distress Eartham Esqr esteem ev'ry excellent expressed eyes feel friendship Frog genius give grace hand happy hast heart Heaven homeless birds Homer honour hope Hospitium HURDIS Iliad infirmities JOHN JOHNSON John Throckmorton Johnny Johnson journey justly kind labour Lady HESKETH live Lord Thurlow melancholy Milton mind morning nature neighbour never nihil obliged occasion Odyssey once perhaps pleasure Poem Poet poetical Poetry Pope powers praise present quæ Qualia quod Reader reason received rejoice Revd Romney SAMUEL ROSE seems sight Sonnet soon spirit suffer sweet talents tell tender thank thee thine thing thou tion Translation truth Unwin Verses vex'd Vincent Bourne W. C. LETTER LETTER Weston Whig WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write
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