The Works of William Cowper: His Life and Letters, Zväzok 1Saunders & Otley, 1835 |
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Strana 4
... leaving two sons , William , the immediate sub- ject of this memorial , born at Berkhamstead on the 26th of November , 1731 , and John , ( whose ac- complishments and pious death will be described in the course of this compilation ...
... leaving two sons , William , the immediate sub- ject of this memorial , born at Berkhamstead on the 26th of November , 1731 , and John , ( whose ac- complishments and pious death will be described in the course of this compilation ...
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... leave the reader to decide the great problem for himself . That he may be enabled to form a right estimate , we would urge him to suffer time and eternity to pass in solemn and deliberate re- view before him . That the public school was ...
... leave the reader to decide the great problem for himself . That he may be enabled to form a right estimate , we would urge him to suffer time and eternity to pass in solemn and deliberate re- view before him . That the public school was ...
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... leave to flow ! Why all that soothes a heart from anguish free , All that delights the happy - palls with me ! Having concluded the term of his engagement with the solicitor , he settled himself in chambers in the Inner Temple , as a ...
... leave to flow ! Why all that soothes a heart from anguish free , All that delights the happy - palls with me ! Having concluded the term of his engagement with the solicitor , he settled himself in chambers in the Inner Temple , as a ...
Strana 14
... the great and good , The guardians of mankind ; Whose bosoms with these virtues heave , Oh ! with what matchless speed , they leave The multitude behind ! Then ask ye from what cause on earth Virtues like 14 LIFE OF COWPER .
... the great and good , The guardians of mankind ; Whose bosoms with these virtues heave , Oh ! with what matchless speed , they leave The multitude behind ! Then ask ye from what cause on earth Virtues like 14 LIFE OF COWPER .
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... leave him entirely to your mercy . My dear Joe , you desire me to write long letters -I have neither matter enough nor perseverance enough for the purpose . However , if you can but contrive to be tired of reading as soon as I am tired ...
... leave him entirely to your mercy . My dear Joe , you desire me to write long letters -I have neither matter enough nor perseverance enough for the purpose . However , if you can but contrive to be tired of reading as soon as I am tired ...
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acquaintance affection affectionately affliction afford agreeable Alban's amusement answer appearance attend believe blessing brother character Christ Christian church comfort Cowper dear cousin dear friend desire disciplined band divine doubt Droxford expect faith favour feel Friend-I friendship give glad grace happy hear heart Hertfordshire honour hope Huntingdon interest JOHN NEWTON JOSEPH HILL June 18 kind labour LADY HESKETH least letter live Lord Lord Dartmouth Lord George Gordon mean ments mercy mind mother nature never obliged occasion Olney Olney hymns perhaps pleased pleasure poem poet poetical poor pray present Private Correspondence reader reason received recollect remember respect Scripture seems soul spirit suppose sure tender thank thee thing thou thought tion truth verses W. C. TO JOSEPH W. C. TO LADY Westminster school William Cowper WILLIAM UNWIN wish word write wrote
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Strana 24 - For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness ; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.
Strana 3 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession! but the record fair That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Strana 2 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor...
Strana 3 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Strana 253 - I love the memory of Vinny Bourne. I think him a better Latin poet than Tibul'lus, Propertius, Ausonius, or any of the writers in his way, except Ovid, and not at all inferior to him.
Strana 216 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Strana 156 - At present, the difference between them and me is greatly to their advantage. I delight in baubles, and know them to be so ; for rested in, and viewed without a reference to their Author, what is the earth, — what are the planets, — what is the sun itself but a bauble ? Better for a man never to have seen them, or to see them with the eyes of a brute, stupid and unconscious of what he beholds, than not to be able to say, " The Maker of all these wonders is my friend...
Strana 140 - It is like that of a fine organ ; has the fullest and the deepest tones of majesty, with all the softness and elegance of the. Dorian flute. Variety without end and never equalled, unless perhaps by Virgil.
Strana 3 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Strana 186 - Indeed I wonder that a sportive thought should ever knock at the door of my intellects, and still more that it should gain admittance. It is as if harlequin should intrude himself into the gloomy chamber where a corpse is deposited in state. His antic gesticulations would be unseasonable at any rate, but more especially so if they should distort the features of the mournful attendants into laughter. But the mind long wearied with the sameness of a dull, dreary prospect, will gladly fix its eyes on...