The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley. Supplementary pages, 4. kötet1806 |
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... lines , in the composition of which I spent near an hour , I was obliged to relinquish the attempt . An attempt so unsuccessful could have no other effect than to dis- hearten me , and it has had that effect to such a de- gree , that I ...
... lines , in the composition of which I spent near an hour , I was obliged to relinquish the attempt . An attempt so unsuccessful could have no other effect than to dis- hearten me , and it has had that effect to such a de- gree , that I ...
43. oldal
... lines . I know them to be much fewer than he asserts , and not more in number than I accounted indispensably necessary to a due variation of cadence . I have how ever now in conformity with modern taste ( over much delicate in my mind ) ...
... lines . I know them to be much fewer than he asserts , and not more in number than I accounted indispensably necessary to a due variation of cadence . I have how ever now in conformity with modern taste ( over much delicate in my mind ) ...
49. oldal
... lines from the sonneteer of Avon , and not a little in dear Tom's ; an earnest , I trust , of good things to come ! myself , With Mary's kind love , I must now conclude My dear Brother , Ever yours , LIPPUS . LETTER XXIV . To the Revd ...
... lines from the sonneteer of Avon , and not a little in dear Tom's ; an earnest , I trust , of good things to come ! myself , With Mary's kind love , I must now conclude My dear Brother , Ever yours , LIPPUS . LETTER XXIV . To the Revd ...
54. oldal
... , that every syllable of the Letter , and of the criticisms annexed to it , were the voluntary and uncorrected production of a boy whose age was little more than twelve years . Book . I.- Line . -184..I cannot reconcile myself to 54.
... , that every syllable of the Letter , and of the criticisms annexed to it , were the voluntary and uncorrected production of a boy whose age was little more than twelve years . Book . I.- Line . -184..I cannot reconcile myself to 54.
55. oldal
... lines are , in my opinion , below the ele- vated genius of Mr. Cowper . to 319 -300 . This appears to me to be rather Irish , since in XVIII . to 304 line 300 you say , in 304 , " No one sat , " and Polydamas rose . " LETTER XXVI . To ...
... lines are , in my opinion , below the ele- vated genius of Mr. Cowper . to 319 -300 . This appears to me to be rather Irish , since in XVIII . to 304 line 300 you say , in 304 , " No one sat , " and Polydamas rose . " LETTER XXVI . To ...
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Adieu admirable affectionate afflicted appear bard bird-lime CALLIMACHUS charm Courtenay Cowper DEAR FRIEND dearest brother delight Dereham distress Eartham endeared endeavour Esqr excellent expression eyes favourite feel friendship genius GEORGE ROMNEY give grace Greek hand happy haste heart Heaven Homer honour hope Iliad JOHN JOHNSON John Throckmorton Johnny Johnson justly kind Kingston labour Lady Hesketh live Lord Thurlow Mary melancholy memory Milton mind morning nature never nihil obliged Odyssey once perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope powers praise present quæ quam quod racter reader reason received rejoice Revd Romney SAMUEL ROSE seems shew sight soon sorrow spirit sufferings talents tell tender thee thine thing thou tibi tion translation truth Unwin verse vex'd W. C. LETTER W. C. TO WILLIAM Weston Whig WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write
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157. oldal - 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!
181. oldal - 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!
281. oldal - 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...
156. oldal - 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 kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will...
158. oldal - But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary!
182. oldal - 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.
449. oldal - 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.
451. oldal - 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.
237. oldal - 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 —
180. oldal - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine...