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acquaintance Adieu admire affection affectionate agreeable amuse answer appear beautiful believe blank verse called cause comfort connexion Cowper DEAR FRIEND DEAR WILLIAM dearest Cousin delight doubt equally Esqr esteem expence expression favour feel finished friendship Gentleman's Magazine give glad grace happy hear heard heart Homer honour hope Iliad John Gilpin JOHN NEWTON Johnson JOSEPH HILL Lady Austen Lady HESKETH laugh least less live Lymington matter mean ment mind nature neighbour never obliged occasion Olney opinion perfectly perhaps Pict pleased pleasure poem poet poetical portunity possible present prove racter reason received rejoice respect Revd scripture seems sensible sent serve soon spirits suppose sure taste tell thank ther thing thought Throckmorton tion told translation truth verse volume W. C. LETTER whole WILLIAM UNWIN wish word write wrote
Стр. 370 - Hope deferred maketh the heart sick : but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
Стр. 58 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Стр. 57 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Стр. 58 - His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes.
Стр. 352 - On the left hand, at the further end of this superb vestibule, you will find the door of the parlour, into which I will conduct you, and where I will introduce you to Mrs. Unwin, unless we should meet her before, and where we will be as happy as the day is long.
Стр. 240 - I should not perhaps find the roaring of lions in Africa, or of bears in Russia, very pleasing ; but I know no beast in England whose voice I do not account musical, save and except always the braying of an ass. The notes of all our birds and fowls please me, without one exception. I should not indeed think of keeping a goose in a cage, that I might hang him up in the parlour for the sake of his melody, but a goose upon a common, or in a farm-yard, is no bad performer...
Стр. 240 - ... is no bad performer ; and as to insects, if the black beetle, and beetles indeed of all hues, will keep out of my way, I have no objection to any of the rest ; on the contrary, in whatever key they sing, from the gnat's fine treble to the bass of the humble-bee, I admire them all.
Стр. 183 - Puss* was unfortunately let out of her box, so that the candidate, with all his good friends at his heels, was refused admittance at the grand entry, and referred to the back door, as the only possible way of approach.
Стр. 313 - My dear cousin, it is no new thing with you to give pleasure. But I will venture to say that you do not often give more than you gave me this morning. When I came down to breakfast, and found upon the table a letter franked by my uncle, and when opening that frank I found that it contained a letter from you, I said within myself — ' This is just as it should be. We are all grown young again, and the days that I thought I should see no more are actually returned.
Стр. 90 - Newport, perhaps it is as well for you that you are not. You would regret still more than you do that there are so many miles interposed between us. He spends part of the day with us to-morrow. A dissenter, but a liberal one ; a man of letters and of genius ; master of a fine imagination...