The Works of William Cowper: His Life and Letters, Том 5Saunders & Otley, 1835 |
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able Adieu affectionate afford answer arrived bard believe blank verse breakfast CHARLOTTE SMITH comfort COURTENAY Cowper dear friend dearest brother delight Eartham expect favour fears feel finished Flaxman Four Ages Friend-I give happy Hayley's heart Homer honour hope Hurdis Iliad JOHN JOHNSON JOHN NEWTON John Throckmorton Johnny journey July 27 kind Kingston labours LADY HESKETH least letter lines melancholy Milton mind morning never numbers obliged Odyssey opportunity ourselves Paradise Lost perhaps pleasant 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 tion translation Unwin verse W. C. TO LADY W. C. TO SAMUEL W. C. TO WILLIAM walk Weston Weston Underwood Whig WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write
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Стр. 334 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Стр. 385 - 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.
Стр. 230 - 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!
Стр. 302 - 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 thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Стр. 374 - 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.
Стр. 247 - No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear : And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date : But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
Стр. 386 - ... Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace. He stablishes the strong, restores the weak, Reclaims the...
Стр. 297 - Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
Стр. 313 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright, The screws reversed, (a task which if he please God in a moment executes with ease,) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till he tune them, all their power and use.
Стр. 246 - He lov'd 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 wag'd with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.