Life and works of William Cowper, المجلد 5Saunders and Otley, 1835 |
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able Adieu affectionate afford answer arrived August 26 bard believe blank verse breakfast CHARLOTTE SMITH comfort COURTENAY Cowper dear friend dearest brother delight Eartham expect favour fears feel finished Flaxman Four Ages give happy Hayley's heart Homer honour hope Hurdis Iliad JOHN JOHNSON JOHN NEWTON John Throckmorton Johnny journey July 25 kind labours LADY HESKETH letter lines Lord melancholy Milton mind morning never numbers obliged Odyssey opportunity Paradise Lost perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor Mary present Private Correspondence reason received rejoice rhyme Romney SAMUEL ROSE seems seen sent sincerely sonnet soon spirits suffered tell thank thee thing thou thought tion translation Unwin verse W. C. TO JOHN W. C. TO LADY W. C. TO SAMUEL W. C. TO WILLIAM Weston Weston Underwood Whig WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write
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الصفحة 234 - Mary! Thy spirits have a fainter flow ; I see thee daily weaker grow ; '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!
الصفحة 306 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! It answers — Yes.
الصفحة 390 - Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
الصفحة 338 - There is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons who need no repentance.
الصفحة 258 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man...
الصفحة 36 - 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.
الصفحة 373 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
الصفحة 234 - THE twentieth year is well-nigh past, Since first our sky was overcast; Ah would that this might be the last! My Mary! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary!
الصفحة 378 - 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.
الصفحة 250 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her, again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline Or courage die away; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.