The Life of William CowperT.F. Unwin, 1892 - 681 pages |
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acquainted afterwards agreeable Albans amusement beautiful became began Berkhamsted brother Bull called Catfield Charles Churchill church commenced conversation cousin Cowper says death delight Emberton Evangelical father favour garden gave Gayhurst give hand happy heard heart Hill honour hope Huntingdon hymns John Cowper John Newton Lady Austen Lady Hesketh laudanum Lavendon letter live London looked Lord Dartmouth Madan Margate Martin Madan melancholy miles mind never Newport Pagnell Nonsense Club observed occasion Olney Olney Hymns once Orchard Side pleasure poem poet poet's poor prayers present received referred remember River Ouse Sam Roberts says Cowper seemed sent soul Southey spirit sweet tells Temple Theodora thing Thornton thought Thurlow tion took town Unwin verse vicarage Vincent Bourne volume walk Westminster Weston Weston Underwood wife William Cowper writing written wrote
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Page 423 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 430 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 121 - There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Page 359 - From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the withered leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books.
Page 393 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
Page 39 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 618 - 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 33 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
Page 198 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
Page 619 - The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently...