The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley, Volumen21803 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Adieu admirable affectionate afflicted answer appear arrived August 18 August 26 Bard Catharina charm cheerful comfort COURTENAY Cowper DEAR FRIEND DEAR SIR dearest Brother DEAREST COZ DEAREST JOHNNY delight Eartham Esqr expect eyes favour fear feel friendship Frog genius give grace happy hast Hayley's heart Homer honour hope HURDIS Iliad innocent project JOHN JOHNSON John Throckmorton JOSEPH HILL journey kind Kingston labour Lady HESKETH Laudanum least little feats live March 27 melancholy Milton mind morning neighbour never obliged occasion Odyssey once opportunity perhaps pleased pleasure Poem Poet poetical Poetry Polydamas poor Mary Pope powers praise present reader reason received rejoice remarks Revd Romney SAMUEL ROSE seems seen Sister Sonnet soon spirit sweet tell tender thank thee thing thou tion Translation Unwin verse W. C. LETTER LETTER walk Weston Whig WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write yesterday
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Página 196 - Mary ! 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!
Página 43 - ... things, That ere through age or woe I shed my wings I may record thy worth with honour due, In verse as musical as thou art true, And that immortalizes whom it sings: — But thou hast little need. There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, On which the eyes of God not rarely look, A chronicle of actions just and bright — There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine; And since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine.
Página 216 - 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, 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.
Página 260 - 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 —
Página 195 - 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!
Página 214 - 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.
Página 260 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor, perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own.
Página 293 - WHAT is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife, When friendship, love, and peace combine To stamp the marriage bond divine ? The stream of pure and genuine love Derives its current from above ; And earth a second Eden shows, Where'er the healing water flows...
Página 422 - 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.
Página 216 - 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...