Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry, and a Sketch of His Life by John Johnson, Volume 3E. Littlefield, 1841 |
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... Grove of Oaks Another , for a Stone erected on a similar occasion Hymn for the Sunday School at Olney On the late indecent Liberties taken with the Remains of Milton 137 138 ib . 139 To Mrs. King - 141 Anecdote of Homer 142 In Memory of ...
... Grove of Oaks Another , for a Stone erected on a similar occasion Hymn for the Sunday School at Olney On the late indecent Liberties taken with the Remains of Milton 137 138 ib . 139 To Mrs. King - 141 Anecdote of Homer 142 In Memory of ...
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... grove that borders my green bank , A milk - white swine , with thirty milk - white young , Shall greet thy wond'ring eyes . Mark well the place , For ' tis thy place of rest : there end thy toils : There , thrice ten years elaps'd ...
... grove that borders my green bank , A milk - white swine , with thirty milk - white young , Shall greet thy wond'ring eyes . Mark well the place , For ' tis thy place of rest : there end thy toils : There , thrice ten years elaps'd ...
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... grove . To thee , the pious Prince , Juno , to thee Devotes them all , all on thine altar bleed . That live - long night old Tiber smooth'd his flood , And so restrain'd it , that it seem'd to stand Motionless as a pool , or silent lake ...
... grove . To thee , the pious Prince , Juno , to thee Devotes them all , all on thine altar bleed . That live - long night old Tiber smooth'd his flood , And so restrain'd it , that it seem'd to stand Motionless as a pool , or silent lake ...
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... grove , Was celebrating high , in solemn feast , Alcides and his tutelary gods . Pallas , his son , was there , and there the chief Of all his youth ; with these , a worthy tribe , His poor but venerable senate , burnt Sweet incense ...
... grove , Was celebrating high , in solemn feast , Alcides and his tutelary gods . Pallas , his son , was there , and there the chief Of all his youth ; with these , a worthy tribe , His poor but venerable senate , burnt Sweet incense ...
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... grove , Where , courteous , thus Æneas greets the king : " Best of the Grecian race , to whom I bow ( So wills my fortune ) suppliant , and stretch forth In sign of amity this peaceful branch . I fear'd thee not , although I knew thee ...
... grove , Where , courteous , thus Æneas greets the king : " Best of the Grecian race , to whom I bow ( So wills my fortune ) suppliant , and stretch forth In sign of amity this peaceful branch . I fear'd thee not , although I knew thee ...
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ANTISTROPHE appear bard beneath boast born bosom breast breath brow Cacus call'd CALLIMACHUS companion Cowper dear death deem'd delight Dereham divine Dryope e'en Eartham East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fame Faunus fear fire fix'd flow'rs friendship gentle grace grove hand Happisburgh happy Hayley heart Heav'n Homer honour hope John Throckmorton Jove kind kinsman labour Lady Austen lady Hesketh lambs Latium length lyre Mary mind morning Mundsley Muse never Newport Pagnel night num'rous numbers nymphs o'er Olney once pain Pallas Phœbus poem poet pow'r praise prove publick quæ rest rose scarcely scene seek your home shade shore sight skies smile song soon spirits spring sweet tears thee theme thine thoughts THRACIAN tibi translation Twas Unwin verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE voice Weston WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wish worth write youth
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Page 110 - TOLL for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was over-set ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 250 - 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. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repelled; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried 'Adieu!
Page 216 - 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 218 - The feller's toil, which thou could'st ill requite. Yet is thy root sincere, sound as the rock, A quarry of stout spurs and knotted fangs, Which, crook'd into a thousand whimsies, clasp The stubborn soil, and hold thee still erect.
Page 251 - 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. No voice divine the storm allay'd, No- light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd each alone : But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.
Page 109 - 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 32 - I received it the night before last, and viewed it with a trepidation of nerves and spirits akin to what I should have felt had the dear original presented herself to my embraces. I kissed it, and hung it where it is the last object that I see at night, and of course the first on which I open my eyes in the morning.
Page 111 - 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. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again, Full...
Page 13 - I did actually live three years with Mr. Chapman, a solicitor, that is to say, I slept three years in his house, but I lived, that is to say, I spent my days in Southampton Row, as you very well remember. There was I, and the future Lord Chancellor, constantly employed from morning to night in giggling and making giggle, instead of studying the law.
Page 217 - Now quenching in a boundless sea of clouds — Calm and alternate storm, moisture and drought, Invigorate by turns the springs of life In all that live — plant, animal, and man, And in conclusion mar them. Nature's threads, Fine passing thought, e'en in her coarsest works, Delight in agitation, yet sustain The force that agitates not unimpair'd ; But, worn by frequent impulse, to the cause Of their best tone their dissolution owe.