The Works of William Cowper: His Life and Letters, Bind 3Saunders & Otley, 1835 |
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Adieu Æneid affection affectionate agreeable amusement assure beautiful believe blank verse cause Charles Bagot comfort connexion Cowper dear friend dearest Cousin delight expect favour feel following letter Frederick of Bohemia Friend-I Gayhurst George Throckmorton give glad hand happy heard heart Henry Thornton Homer honour hope Iliad John Gilpin JOHN NEWTON John Throckmorton Johnson JOSEPH HILL kind labour LADY HESKETH lately least lived Lodge Lord Lord Dartmouth mean mind neighbours never numbers obliged occasion Olney once passed perhaps pleased pleasure poem poet poor Pope praise present Private Correspondence racter reason received respect scene seems sensible sent soon spirits suffer suppose sure taste tell thank thing thought Throckmorton tion translation truly truth verse W. C. TO LADY walk WALTER BAGOT Weston Weston Underwood whole WILLIAM UNWIN wish write wrote
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Side 252 - Then, kneeling down to heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days ; There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 170 - Thou dumb and deaf spirit, I charge thee, come out of him, and enter no more into him. 26 And the spirit cried, and rent him sore, and came out of him : and he was as one dead ; insomuch that many said, He is dead.
Side 208 - And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire, to give them light; to go by day and night: he took not away the pillar of the cloud by day, nor the pillar of fire by night, from before the people.
Side 299 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Side 9 - I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his...
Side 9 - And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
Side 168 - Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.
Side 95 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Side 2 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the Yast lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Side 249 - Burns' poems, and have read them twice ; and though they be written in a language that is new to me, and many of them on subjects much inferior to the author's ability, I think them on the whole a very extraordinary production. He is I believe the only poet these kingdoms have produced in the lower rank of life, since Shakespeare...