Poems, in Three Volumes: Vol. III Containing His Posthumous Poetry, and a Sketch of His Life by His Kinsman, John Johnson, Volume 3 |
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... Friendship 106 On the Loss of the Royal George 112 Nomen , inditum Song on Peace In Submersionem Navigii , cui Georgius Regalis Song , written at the request of Lady Austen Verses from a Poem entitled Valediction 114 115 116 117 In ...
... Friendship 106 On the Loss of the Royal George 112 Nomen , inditum Song on Peace In Submersionem Navigii , cui Georgius Regalis Song , written at the request of Lady Austen Verses from a Poem entitled Valediction 114 115 116 117 In ...
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... friendship of any poet in the world to boast of . " A correspondent testimony of the estimation in which our poet was held by his friend Mr. Newton is clearly deducible from the introductory words of the preceding sentence ; and is ...
... friendship of any poet in the world to boast of . " A correspondent testimony of the estimation in which our poet was held by his friend Mr. Newton is clearly deducible from the introductory words of the preceding sentence ; and is ...
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... friendship of Mr. Newton : " Next to the duties of my ministry , " said that venerable pastor , in a letter to the author of this memoir , more than twenty years afterwards , " it was the business of my life to attend him . " For more ...
... friendship of Mr. Newton : " Next to the duties of my ministry , " said that venerable pastor , in a letter to the author of this memoir , more than twenty years afterwards , " it was the business of my life to attend him . " For more ...
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... friendship after my removal from St. Alban's , and for whom I cannot but still feel a friendship , though I shall see thee with these eyes no more . " Early in January , 1787 , he was attacked with a ner- vous fever , which obliged him ...
... friendship after my removal from St. Alban's , and for whom I cannot but still feel a friendship , though I shall see thee with these eyes no more . " Early in January , 1787 , he was attacked with a ner- vous fever , which obliged him ...
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... friendship that I trust will last for life . " A few days after , Mrs. Unwin was struck with the palsy , which deprived her of the pow- er of articulation , and the use of her right hand and Under the pressure of this domestick ...
... friendship that I trust will last for life . " A few days after , Mrs. Unwin was struck with the palsy , which deprived her of the pow- er of articulation , and the use of her right hand and Under the pressure of this domestick ...
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Page 242 - 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!
Page 57 - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.
Page 247 - Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh.
Page 241 - 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...
Page 230 - That ere through age or woe I shed my 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...
Page 248 - Could catch the sound no more : For then, by toil subdued, he drank 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.
Page 107 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, .
Page 247 - 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.
Page 212 - Oh, could'st thou speak, As in Dodona once thy kindred trees Oracular, I would not curious ask The future, best unknown, but at thy mouth Inquisitive, the less ambiguous past. By thee I might correct, erroneous oft, The clock of history, facts and events Timing more punctual, unrecorded facts Recovering, and misstated setting right...
Page 10 - Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor; And where the gard'ner 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 call'd the past'ral house our own.