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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... honour to introduce him , have been already published by Mr. Hayley . That endeared friend of the deceased poet having enriched his copious and faithful life of him with a large collection of his minor pieces soon after his death , and ...
... honour to introduce him , have been already published by Mr. Hayley . That endeared friend of the deceased poet having enriched his copious and faithful life of him with a large collection of his minor pieces soon after his death , and ...
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... honour of your preface , prefixed to my poems , will be on my side ; for surely to be known as the friend of a much favoured minister of God's word , is a more illustrious distinction in reality than to have the friendship of any poet ...
... honour of your preface , prefixed to my poems , will be on my side ; for surely to be known as the friend of a much favoured minister of God's word , is a more illustrious distinction in reality than to have the friendship of any poet ...
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... honours hereafter , should my transla tion speed according to my wishes and the pains I have taken with it ; but shall never receive any that I shall esteem so highly . She is indeed worthy to whom I should dedicate ; and may but my ...
... honours hereafter , should my transla tion speed according to my wishes and the pains I have taken with it ; but shall never receive any that I shall esteem so highly . She is indeed worthy to whom I should dedicate ; and may but my ...
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... years of his life he honoured her so far as to prefer her personal assistance to that of every individual around him . " As the season of the year was particularly favour- able for walking , the poet was prevailed on , 44 SKETCH OF THE.
... years of his life he honoured her so far as to prefer her personal assistance to that of every individual around him . " As the season of the year was particularly favour- able for walking , the poet was prevailed on , 44 SKETCH OF THE.
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... honour . As he put aside the curtain he opened his eyes ; but closed them with- out speaking , and breathed as usual . In the early part of Monday the 21st , and indeed till towards the hour of dinner , he appeared to be dying , but he ...
... honour . As he put aside the curtain he opened his eyes ; but closed them with- out speaking , and breathed as usual . In the early part of Monday the 21st , and indeed till towards the hour of dinner , he appeared to be dying , but he ...
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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.