...beautiful little poem of Cowper, on the receipt of his mother's picture: My mOther! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing sOn, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? I hear'd the...

...afterwards, on the receipt of her portrait from a relation in Norfolk: — " My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, My mother! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. ' My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ' Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's Journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...afterwards, on the receipt of her portrait from a relation in Norfolk:— " My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou...

...afterwards, on the receipt of her portrait from a relation in Norfolk: — " My mother 1 when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...afterwards, on the receipt of her portrait from a relation in Norfolk :— " My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...admired lines on his mother's picture, there is the following pathetic remark: My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ! Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? In dwelling...

...Shall steep me in Elysian revery, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My Mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretched e'en then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother I when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit...