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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... have had time to enter . This however is not always the case , and consequently sooner or later , I cannot fail to be detected . Possibly C 2 you , you , who I suppose have a snug study , LIFE OF COWPER . 11 9, 1791 9, 1791.
... have had time to enter . This however is not always the case , and consequently sooner or later , I cannot fail to be detected . Possibly C 2 you , you , who I suppose have a snug study , LIFE OF COWPER . 11 9, 1791 9, 1791.
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... suppose have a snug study , would find it impractica- ble to attend to any thing closely in an apartment exposed as mine , but use has made it familiar to me , and so familiar , that neither servants going and coming disconcert me , nor ...
... suppose have a snug study , would find it impractica- ble to attend to any thing closely in an apartment exposed as mine , but use has made it familiar to me , and so familiar , that neither servants going and coming disconcert me , nor ...
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... suppose , in every nerve . God grant that there may be no repetition of it . Another such a stroke upon her would , I think , over - set me completely : but at present I hold up bravely . W. C. MY DEAR SIR , LETTER X. To the Revd . Mr ...
... suppose , in every nerve . God grant that there may be no repetition of it . Another such a stroke upon her would , I think , over - set me completely : but at present I hold up bravely . W. C. MY DEAR SIR , LETTER X. To the Revd . Mr ...
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... suppose , by the remotest possi- bility , may have heard the tidings ? If she can , she must have an assurance equal to her vanity . A lady in London stole my Song on the Broken Rose , or rather would have stolen and have passed it for ...
... suppose , by the remotest possi- bility , may have heard the tidings ? If she can , she must have an assurance equal to her vanity . A lady in London stole my Song on the Broken Rose , or rather would have stolen and have passed it for ...
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... suppose , which I must no longer look for . My Sonnet , which I sent you , was printed in the Northamp- ton Paper last week ; and this week it produced me a complimen- tary one in the same Paper , which served to convince me at least by ...
... suppose , which I must no longer look for . My Sonnet , which I sent you , was printed in the Northamp- ton Paper last week ; and this week it produced me a complimen- tary one in the same Paper , which served to convince me at least by ...
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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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Strona 192 - Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
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