Poems of William Cowper, Esq., with a New Memoir: Compiled from Johnson, Southey and Other SourcesUriah Hunt, 1846 - 284 стор. |
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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 conjec- 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 conjec- 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 , h 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 , h 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 office 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 office for him ; but he ...
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amused beauty beneath bird boast Bodham breath 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 Austen Lady Hesketh learn'd less live Lord Chancellor lost lov'd lyre mercy Mighty winds mind nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newton night o'er Olney once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise press'd rapture ROYAL GEORGE rude rural 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 worth
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Сторінка 226 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My 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...
Сторінка 71 - 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.
Сторінка 73 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, ** Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. 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...
Сторінка 244 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Сторінка 210 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair. 'My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Сторінка 214 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! Tis for a thousand pound...
Сторінка 38 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Сторінка 215 - to tarry there, For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew Shot by an archer strong, So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song.
Сторінка 265 - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! hast reach'd the shore ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.
Сторінка 213 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.