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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... sure to be found by all who seek me . They find me gene- rally at my desk , and with my work , whatever it be , before me , unless perhaps I have conjured it into its hiding - place before they have had time to enter . This however is ...
... sure to be found by all who seek me . They find me gene- rally at my desk , and with my work , whatever it be , before me , unless perhaps I have conjured it into its hiding - place before they have had time to enter . This however is ...
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... ; and I am not sure that you have not likewise obliterated an account of Sir Thomas's execution , that I found very pathetic . It would be strange if in these these two particulars , I should seem to miss what 26 LIFE OF COWPER .
... ; and I am not sure that you have not likewise obliterated an account of Sir Thomas's execution , that I found very pathetic . It would be strange if in these these two particulars , I should seem to miss what 26 LIFE OF COWPER .
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... sure to live , Were in the power of Verse like mine to give , I would not recompence his art with less , Who , giving Mary health , heals my distress . Friend of my friend ! I love thee , tho ' unknown , And boldly call thee , being his ...
... sure to live , Were in the power of Verse like mine to give , I would not recompence his art with less , Who , giving Mary health , heals my distress . Friend of my friend ! I love thee , tho ' unknown , And boldly call thee , being his ...
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... sure that I love you . You will be well assured that I should not have indulged myself in this rhapsody about myself , and my melancholy , had my present mood been of that complexion , or had not our poor Mary seemed still to advance in ...
... sure that I love you . You will be well assured that I should not have indulged myself in this rhapsody about myself , and my melancholy , had my present mood been of that complexion , or had not our poor Mary seemed still to advance in ...
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... sure to please by the innocent cheerfulness of his conversation . His Sister too is one of my idols , for the resem- blance she bears to my Mother . Mary and you have all my thoughts ; and how should it be otherwise ? She looks well ...
... sure to please by the innocent cheerfulness of his conversation . His Sister too is one of my idols , for the resem- blance she bears to my Mother . Mary and you have all my thoughts ; and how should it be otherwise ? She looks well ...
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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 - But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
Strona 212 - The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear : And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date : But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
Strona 39 - ... wings, I may record thy worth with honour due, In verse as musical as thou art true, And that immortalizes whom it sings. But thou hast little need. There is a book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, On which the eyes of God not rarely look, A chronicle of actions just and bright ; There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine, And, since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine.
Strona 210 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away: But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Strona 256 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor, perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own.
Strona 191 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...
Strona 196 - Tell me if my poor birds are living ? I never see the herbs I used to give them without a recollection of them, and sometimes am ready to gather them, forgetting that I am not at home. Pardon this intrusion ! " Mrs. Unwin continues much as usual.
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!
Strona 289 - WHAT is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife, When friendship, love, and peace combine To stamp the marriage-bond divine ? The stream of pure and genuine love Derives its current from above ; And earth a second Eden shows, Where'er the healing water flows...
Strona 416 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.