The Works of William Cowper: His Life and Letters, 5. köideSaunders & Otley, 1835 |
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... matter . You will do me the justice , I dare say , to speak of me as of a man who abhors the commerce , which is now , I hope , in a fair way to be abolished , as often as you shall find occasion . And I beg you henceforth to do ...
... matter . You will do me the justice , I dare say , to speak of me as of a man who abhors the commerce , which is now , I hope , in a fair way to be abolished , as often as you shall find occasion . And I beg you henceforth to do ...
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... matter found in me , whether he like it or not , is found also in Homer ; and the matter not found in me , how much soever he may admire it , is found only in Mr. Pope . I have omitted nothing ; I have invented nothing . " " Fidelity is ...
... matter found in me , whether he like it or not , is found also in Homer ; and the matter not found in me , how much soever he may admire it , is found only in Mr. Pope . I have omitted nothing ; I have invented nothing . " " Fidelity is ...
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... matter of it , that my own was not published without occasion , and that it had answered its purpose . * * We have succeeded in obtaining these verses , and think them worthy of insertion : My correspondence with Hayley proceeds briskly ...
... matter of it , that my own was not published without occasion , and that it had answered its purpose . * * We have succeeded in obtaining these verses , and think them worthy of insertion : My correspondence with Hayley proceeds briskly ...
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... matter of great joy to me to hear you complain of levity , and such it is to Mrs. Unwin . She is , I thank God , tolerably well , and loves you . VOL . V. D As to the time of your journey hither , the LIFE OF COWPER . 333.
... matter of great joy to me to hear you complain of levity , and such it is to Mrs. Unwin . She is , I thank God , tolerably well , and loves you . VOL . V. D As to the time of your journey hither , the LIFE OF COWPER . 333.
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... , as I told you when you were here , and , though I believe that if any man living can do me good you will , I cannot yet persuade myself , that even you will be success- ful in attempting it . But it is no matter LIFE OF COWPER . 43.
... , as I told you when you were here , and , though I believe that if any man living can do me good you will , I cannot yet persuade myself , that even you will be success- ful in attempting it . But it is no matter LIFE OF COWPER . 43.
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able Adieu affectionate afford answer arrived bard believe blank verse breakfast CHARLOTTE SMITH comfort COURTENAY Cowper dear friend dearest brother delight Eartham expect favour fears feel finished Flaxman Four Ages Friend-I give happy Hayley's heart Homer honour hope Hurdis Iliad JOHN JOHNSON JOHN NEWTON John Throckmorton Johnny journey July 27 kind Kingston labours LADY HESKETH least letter lines melancholy Milton mind morning never numbers obliged Odyssey opportunity ourselves Paradise Lost perhaps pleasant pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor Mary present Private Correspondence reason received rejoice rhyme Romney SAMUEL ROSE seems seen sent sincerely sonnet soon spirits suffered tell thank thee thing thou tion translation Unwin verse W. C. TO LADY W. C. TO SAMUEL W. C. TO WILLIAM walk Weston Weston Underwood Whig WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write
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Page 334 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Page 385 - 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.
Page 230 - 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!
Page 302 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Page 374 - Time made thee what thou wast, king of the woods : And Time hath made thee what thou art — a cave For owls to roost in.
Page 247 - 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.
Page 386 - ... Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace. He stablishes the strong, restores the weak, Reclaims the...
Page 297 - Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
Page 313 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright, The screws reversed, (a task which if he please God in a moment executes with ease,) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till he tune them, all their power and use.
Page 246 - He lov'd 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 wag'd with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.