The life and letters of William Cowper, Հատոր 41809 |
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... Mary too , for she had suffered hardly less than my- self , and chiefly on my account . 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 my- self , and chiefly on my account . 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 seri ously indisposed ; 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 seri ously indisposed ; 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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... Mary , like your Tom , shall cease to be an invalide , I may recover a power , at least , to do something . I sincerely rejoice in the dear lit- tle man's restoration . My Mary continues , I hope , to mend a little . w.c LETTER IX . To ...
... Mary , like your Tom , shall cease to be an invalide , I may recover a power , at least , to do something . I sincerely rejoice in the dear lit- tle man's restoration . My Mary continues , I hope , to mend a little . w.c LETTER IX . To ...
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... Mary , dear Mary ! Adieu ! she is as well as when I left you , I would I could say better . Remember us both affectionately to your sweet boy , and trust me for being Most truly yours , W. C. LETTER XV . To JOSEPH HILL , Esq . Weston ...
... Mary , dear Mary ! Adieu ! she is as well as when I left you , I would I could say better . Remember us both affectionately to your sweet boy , and trust me for being Most truly yours , W. C. LETTER XV . To JOSEPH HILL , Esq . Weston ...
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... Mary's voice grow suddenly tremulous , I turned and saw her weeping . I do nothing , notwithstanding all your exhor- tations : my idleness is proof against them all , or to speak more truly my difficulties are so . Something indeed I do ...
... Mary's voice grow suddenly tremulous , I turned and saw her weeping . I do nothing , notwithstanding all your exhor- tations : my idleness is proof against them all , or to speak more truly my difficulties are so . Something indeed I do ...
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The life and letters of William Cowper, Հատոր 4 William Cowper,William Hayley Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1812 |
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Էջ 185 - Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repell'd; And ever as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried - 'Adieu!
Էջ 453 - Thought cannot spend itself, comparing still The great and little of thy lot, thy growth From almost nullity into a state Of matchless grandeur, and declension thence, Slow, into such magnificent decay. Time was, when, settling on thy leaf, a fly Could shake thee to the root — and time has been When tempests could not.
Էջ 439 - 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.
Էջ 184 - Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left. No braver chief could Albion boast Than he with whom he went, Nor ever ship left Albion's coast With warmer wishes sent. He loved 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 waged with death a lasting...
Էջ 191 - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.
Էջ 242 - With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers ; his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel. But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — My Father made them all.
Էջ 160 - 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 ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same...
Էջ 186 - 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...
Էջ 257 - A critic of the present day serves a poem as a cook serves a dead turkey, when she fastens the legs of it to a post, and draws out all the sinews. For this we may thank Pope ; but unless we could imitate him in the closeness and compactness of his expression, as well as in the smoothness of his numbers, we had better drop the imitation, which serves no other purpose than to emasculate and weaken all we write. Give me a manly, rough line, with a deal of meaning in it, rather than a whole poem full...
Էջ 386 - THE SNAIL. To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall, The Snail sticks close, nor fears to fall, As if he grew there, house and all Together. Within that house secure he hides, When danger imminent betides Of storm, or other harm besides Of weather.