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The Testimony of Divine Adoption. Tom. ii. Cant. 78 22

Divine Love endures no Rival. Tom. ii. Cant. 155

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Self-diffidence. Tom. ii. Cant. 125

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The Acquiescence of pure Love. Tom. ii. Cant. 135 27

Repose in God. Tom. ii. Cant. 17

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Glory to God alone. Tom. ii. Cant. 15

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Self-love and Truth incompatible. Tom. ii. Cant. 21 30

The Love of God the End of Life. Tom. ii. Cant. 165 31

Love faithful in the Absence of the Beloved. Tom. iv.

Cant. 49.

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Love

pure

and fervent. Tom. iv. Cant. 31

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The Entire Surrender. Tom. iv. Cant. 77

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The Perfect Sacrifice. Tom. iv. Cant. 74

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God hides his People. Tom. iv. Cant. 42

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The Secrets of Divine Love are to be kept. Tom. iii.

Cant. 48

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The Vicissitudes experienced in the Christian Life.

Tom. iii. Cant. 69

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Watching unto God in the Night Season. Tom. iii.

Cant. 71

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On the same. Tom. iii. Cant. 72

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On the same. Tom. iii. Cant. 73

49

The Joy of the Cross. Tom. iii. Cant. 97

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Joy in Martyrdom. Tom. iii. Cant. 94

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Simple Trust. Tom. iii. Cant. 95

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The Necessity of Self-abasement. Tom. ii. Cant. 92 55

Love increased by Suffering. Tom. iii. Cant. 98

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Scenes favourable to Meditation. Tom. iv. Cant. 83. 58

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Epistle to Joseph Hill

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Tirocinium

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John Gilpin

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The Distressed Travellers; or, Labour in vain

312

A Tale founded on a Fact, which happened in Jan. 1779. 315

To the Rev. Mr. Newton, on his Return from Ramsgate . 317

Love abused

317

A Poetical Epistle to Lady Austen

318

From a Letter to the Rev. Mr. Newton

322

The Colubriad

323

On Friendship

325

An Epistle to a Protestant Lady in France

331

The Yearly Distress; or, Tithing Time at Stock in Essex 333

Sonnet to Henry Cowper

336

Lines addressed to Dr. Darwin, author of the “ Botanic

Garden"

336

On Mrs. Montagu's Feather Hangings

337

On the Death of Mrs. Throckmorton's Bullfinch

339

The Rose

342

Ode to Apollo

342

The Poet's New-Year's Gift

344

Pairing Time anticipated

345

The Dog and the Water-Lily

347

To the Immortal Memory of the Halibut

349

Gratitude. Addressed to Lady Hesketh

350

Lines, composed for a Memorial of Ashley Cowper, Esq. . 352

Song on Peace. Written at the request of Lady Austen . 353

Song. Also written at the request of Lady Austen. . 353

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THE

POEMS

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WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ.

. TRANSLATIONS

FROM THE

FRENCH OF MADAME DE LA MOTHE GUION.

THE NATIVITY. "Tis folly all !—let me no more be told Of Parian porticos, and roofs of gold; Delightful views of nature, dress'd by art, Enchant no longer this indifferent heart; The Lord of all things, in his humble birth, Makes mean the proud magnificence of earth; The straw, the manger, and the mouldering wall, Eclipse its lustre; and I scorn it all.

Canals, and fountains, and delicious vales, Green slopes and plains, whose plenty never fails;

S.C.-9.

B

Deep rooted groves, whose heads sublimely rise,
Earth-born, and yet ambitious of the skies,
The abundant foliage of whose gloomy shades
Vainly the sun in all its power invades,
Where warbled airs of sprightly birds resound,
Whose verdure lives while Winter scowls around;
Rocks, lofty mountains, caverns dark and deep,
And torrents raving down the rugged steep,
Smooth downs, whose fragrant herbs the spirits cheer,
Meads crown'd with flowers, streams musical and clear,
Whose silver waters and whose murmurs join
Their artless charms, to make the scene divine;
The fruitful vineyard, and the furrow'd plain,
That seems a rolling sea of golden grain,
All, all have lost the charms they once possess’d;
An infant God reigns sovereign in my breast;
From Bethlehem's bosom I no more will rove;
There dwells the Saviour, and there rests my

love.
Ye mightier rivers, that with sounding force,
Urge down the valleys your impetuous course!
Winds, clouds, and lightnings ! and, ye waves, whose

heads,
Curl'd into monstrous forms, the seaman dreads !
Horrid abyss, where all experience fails,
Spread with the wreck of planks and shatter'd sails ;
On whose broad back grim Death triumphant rides,
While havock floats on all thy swelling tides,
Thy shores a scene of ruin, strew'd around
With vessels bulged, and bodies of the drown'd!
Ye fish that sport beneath the boundless waves,
And rest, secure from man, in rocky caves;