The Life and Letters of William Cowper, Esq: With Remarks on Epistolary Writers, Volume 4J. Johnson and Company, 1812 - 430 pages |
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... Mary , the last poem he composed at Weston .. 145 Death of Mrs. Unwin .... Cowper finishes the revisal of his Homer , 1799 .. The Castaway , his last original poem . His death ..... His character and remarks on his poetry ... 154 164 ...
... Mary , the last poem he composed at Weston .. 145 Death of Mrs. Unwin .... Cowper finishes the revisal of his Homer , 1799 .. The Castaway , his last original poem . His death ..... His character and remarks on his poetry ... 154 164 ...
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... Mary too , for she had suffered hardly less than myself , and chiefly on my ac- count . That night we rested well at our inn , and at twenty minutes after eight next morning set off for London ; exactly at ten we reached Mr. Rose's door ...
... Mary too , for she had suffered hardly less than myself , and chiefly on my ac- count . That night we rested well at our inn , and at twenty minutes after eight next morning set off for London ; exactly at ten we reached Mr. Rose's door ...
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... Mary , has been seriously indis- posed ; all this grieves me , but then there is a warmth of heart , and a kindness in it , that do me good . I will endeavour not to repay you in notes of sorrow and despondence , though all my sprightly ...
... Mary , has been seriously indis- posed ; all this grieves me , but then there is a warmth of heart , and a kindness in it , that do me good . I will endeavour not to repay you in notes of sorrow and despondence , though all my sprightly ...
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... they accompany ; kind , friendly , witty , and elegant . When shall I be able to do the like ? perhaps when my Mary , like your Tom , shall cease to be an invalide , I may recover a power , at least , to do something . 18.
... they accompany ; kind , friendly , witty , and elegant . When shall I be able to do the like ? perhaps when my Mary , like your Tom , shall cease to be an invalide , I may recover a power , at least , to do something . 18.
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... Mary continues , I hope , to mend a little . W. C. LETTER CCCCXIII . TO JOHN JOHNSON , ESQ . Weston , October 19 , 1792 . MY DEAR JOHNNY , You are too useful when you are here not to be missed , on a hundred occasions daily ; and too ...
... Mary continues , I hope , to mend a little . W. C. LETTER CCCCXIII . TO JOHN JOHNSON , ESQ . Weston , October 19 , 1792 . MY DEAR JOHNNY , You are too useful when you are here not to be missed , on a hundred occasions daily ; and too ...
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Adieu admirable affectionate affliction appear bard blank verse brother charm cheerful choly Cowper dearest delight Dereham distress Eartham endeavour ev'ry excellence expressed eyes favorite feel friendship genius ginal give grace Greek hand happy haste heart Heaven Homer honor hope Hurdis Iliad infirmities JOHN JOHNSON John Throckmorton Johnny Johnson justly kind labour LADY HESKETH literary live Lord Thurlow Mary melan melancholy Milton mind morning nature never nihil North Tuddenham obliged occasion Odyssey once perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope powers praise present quæ quam quod racter reader reason received rejoice Romney Rose seems sight soon sorrow spirit suffer talents tell tender thee thine thing thou tibi tion translation truth Unwin verse vex'd W. C. LETTER W. C. Weston Whig WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write youth
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Page 146 - 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...
Page 146 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Page 230 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.
Page 425 - As in Dodona once thy kindred trees Oracular, I would not curious ask The future, best unknown, but at thy mouth Inquisitive, the less ambiguous past. By thee I might correct, erroneous oft, The clock of history, facts and events Timing more punctual, unrecorded facts Recovering, and misstated setting right...
Page 147 - But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
Page 230 - But he, who knew what human hearts would prove, How slow to learn the dictates of his love, That, hard by nature and of stubborn will, A life of ease would make them harder still, In pity to the souls his grace design'd To rescue from the ruins of mankind, Call'd for a cloud to darken all their years, And said, " Go, spend them in the vale of tears.
Page 168 - Adieu!" At length, his transient respite past, His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more: For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him: but the page Of narrative sincere...
Page 413 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Page 425 - 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 427 - Time was, when, settling on thy leaf, a fly Could shake thee to the root — and time has been When tempests could not.