Poems, by William Cowper, in Two VolumesPrintede for J. Johnson by T. Bensley, 1815 |
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... months with his father at Berkhamstead , he was placed in the family of a Mr. Chapman , a solicitor in London , with a view to his instruction in the practice of the law . To this gentleman he was engaged by articles for three years ...
... months with his father at Berkhamstead , he was placed in the family of a Mr. Chapman , a solicitor in London , with a view to his instruction in the practice of the law . To this gentleman he was engaged by articles for three years ...
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... month of December , 1763 , to re- move him to St. Alban's ; from whence , through the skilful and humane treatment ... months . Instead , however , of revisit- ing the scenes in which his painful calamity had first occurred , he remained ...
... month of December , 1763 , to re- move him to St. Alban's ; from whence , through the skilful and humane treatment ... months . Instead , however , of revisit- ing the scenes in which his painful calamity had first occurred , he remained ...
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... months before , he had not 50 190300 en LOTI ventured to open one , since the early days of his abode at St. Alban's .. But the time was now come mode The profitable vd , bogmolai when he might do it to purpose . A ✓ Hoolder T b2 v roc ...
... months before , he had not 50 190300 en LOTI ventured to open one , since the early days of his abode at St. Alban's .. But the time was now come mode The profitable vd , bogmolai when he might do it to purpose . A ✓ Hoolder T b2 v roc ...
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... months of the succeeding period , and partly from the tes- timony of an endeared friend in a letter to the writer of this brief memoir ; a friend , who , during the six or seven years that immediately followed , was seldom removed from ...
... months of the succeeding period , and partly from the tes- timony of an endeared friend in a letter to the writer of this brief memoir ; a friend , who , during the six or seven years that immediately followed , was seldom removed from ...
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... months of his abode in Hun- tingdon , nothing is recorded , except that he gradually mixed with a few of its inhabitants , and corresponded with some of his early friends . But at the end of that time , as he was one day coming out of ...
... months of his abode in Hun- tingdon , nothing is recorded , except that he gradually mixed with a few of its inhabitants , and corresponded with some of his early friends . But at the end of that time , as he was one day coming out of ...
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Page 332 - Adieu!' At length, his transient respite past, His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, 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.
Page 94 - George, with all her crew complete ! 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.
Page 303 - 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 lxxviii - 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 80 - Not deeming kittens worth a Poet's care. But presently a loud and furious hiss Caused me to stop, and to exclaim, ' What's this ?' When lo ! upon the threshold met my view, With head erect, and eyes of fiery hue, A viper, long as Count de Grasse's queue.
Page 319 - T was 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 ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still...
Page 95 - His sword was in its sheath; His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder; And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more.
Page 331 - Nor, cruel as it seem'd, 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. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; And so long he, with unspent pow'r, His destiny repell'd; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried — "Adieu!
Page 94 - With all her crew complete. 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. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes.
Page lvii - Tell me if my poor birds are living! I never see the herbs I used to give them without a recollection of them, and sometimes am ready to gather them, forgetting that I am not at home. Pardon this intrusion ! " Mrs. Unwin continues much as usual.