The Life, and Posthumous Writings, of William Cowper, Esqr: With an Introductory Letter to the Right Honourable Earl Cowper, Volume 3J. Seagrave, 1806 |
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... Lady HESKETH . The Lodge , Sept. 4 , 1787 . Come , when thou canst come , secure of being always welcome ! All , that is here is thine , together with the hearts of those , who dwell here . I am only sorry that your 64.
... Lady HESKETH . The Lodge , Sept. 4 , 1787 . Come , when thou canst come , secure of being always welcome ! All , that is here is thine , together with the hearts of those , who dwell here . I am only sorry that your 64.
Page 87
... thou knowest the author of this ver- sion , and it be not treason against thy Brother's con- fidence in thy secrecy , declare him to me . Had I been so happy as to have seen the Bishop again be- fore he left this country , I should ...
... thou knowest the author of this ver- sion , and it be not treason against thy Brother's con- fidence in thy secrecy , declare him to me . Had I been so happy as to have seen the Bishop again be- fore he left this country , I should ...
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... thou- sands have been , than now they ever will be , had a puny constitution , or some occasional infirmity , con- strained them to devote those hours to study and re- flection , which for want of some such check they have given ...
... thou- sands have been , than now they ever will be , had a puny constitution , or some occasional infirmity , con- strained them to devote those hours to study and re- flection , which for want of some such check they have given ...
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... thou- sand tender recollections awaken a regret that will be felt in spite of all reasonings , and let our warnings have been what they may . Thus it is I take my last leave of poor Ashley , whose heart towards me was ever truly ...
... thou- sand tender recollections awaken a regret that will be felt in spite of all reasonings , and let our warnings have been what they may . Thus it is I take my last leave of poor Ashley , whose heart towards me was ever truly ...
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... thou art one , whom I can least spare ; for thou also art one , who shalt not leave thy equal behind thee . LETTER LX . W. C. To the Revd . WALTER BAGOT . MY DEAR WALTER , Weston , June 17 , 1788 . You think me , no doubt , a tardy ...
... thou art one , whom I can least spare ; for thou also art one , who shalt not leave thy equal behind thee . LETTER LX . W. C. To the Revd . WALTER BAGOT . MY DEAR WALTER , Weston , June 17 , 1788 . You think me , no doubt , a tardy ...
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Adieu affectionate amusement answer attention beautiful believe Blank verse Bodham Callimachus comfort Cowper DEAR FRIEND DEAR SIR DEAREST COUSIN dearest Coz delight Eartham Esqr expect expression favour feel forget Gentleman's Magazine George Throckmorton give glad happy hear heard heart Homer honour hope Iliad JOHN JOHNSON Johnny JOSEPH HILL June 15 kind labour Lady HESKETH least live London manner mean melancholy Milton mind morning neighbour nerally never obliged occasion Odyssey Olney once perhaps pleased pleasure poem poet present reason rejoice Revd SAMUEL ROSE seems seen sensible sent soon spirits suffer suppose sure tell thank thee thing thou thought Throckmorton tion translation truth Unwin verse Villoison W. C. LETTER W. C. The Lodge W. C. To Lady walk WALTER BAGOT Weston WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write yesterday young
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Page 450 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Page 217 - The world could not have furnished you with a present so acceptable to me, as the picture which you have so kindly sent me. I received it the night before last, and viewed it with a trepidation of nerves and spirits somewhat 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 394 - MARY ! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from heaven as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new And undebased by praise of meaner things, 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.
Page 26 - It is a great thing to be indeed a poet, and does not happen to more than one man in a century. Churchill,' the great Churchill, deserved the name of poet : I have read him twice, and some of his pieces three times over, and the last time with more pleasure than the first. The pitiful scribbler of his life seems to have undertaken that task, for which he was entirely unqualified, merely because it afforded him an opportunity to traduce him.
Page 82 - Weston on purpose to implore the assistance of my muse, and on his replying in the affirmative, I felt my mortified vanity a little consoled, and pitying the poor man's distress, which appeared to be considerable, promised to supply him. The waggon has accordingly gone this day to Northampton loaded in part with my effusions in the mortuary stile. A fig for poets who write epitaphs upon individuals ! I have written one, that serves two hundred persons.
Page 450 - ... person at the point of death, we cannot forbear being attentive to every thing he says or does, because we are sure that some time or other we shall ourselves be in the same melancholy circumstances. The general, the statesman, or the philosopher, are perhaps characters which we may never act in, but the dying man is one whom, sooner or later, we shall certainly resemble.
Page 240 - It was that fatal and perfidious bark Built in th' eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Page 218 - ... trepidation of nerves and spirits somewhat 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. She died when I...
Page 71 - It had never occurred to me that a parson has no fee-simple in the house and glebe he occupies. There was neither tree, nor gate, nor stile, in all that country, to which I did not feel a relation, and the house itself I preferred to a palace. I was sent for from London to attend him in his last illness, and he died just before I arrived. Then, and not till then, I felt for the first time that I and my native place were disunited forever.
Page 58 - Burns' poems, and have read them twice ; and, though they be written in a language that is new to me, and many of them on subjects much inferior to the author's ability, I think them on the whole a very extraordinary production.