The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley. Supplementary pages, 4. kötet1806 |
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43. oldal
... praises . In his particular remarks he is for the most part right , and I shall be the better for them ; but in his general ones I think he asserts too largely , and more than he could prove . With re- spect to inversions in particular ...
... praises . In his particular remarks he is for the most part right , and I shall be the better for them ; but in his general ones I think he asserts too largely , and more than he could prove . With re- spect to inversions in particular ...
75. oldal
... praise ? That he has furnish'd lights for other eyes , Which they who need them use , and then despise , What remains for me to say on this subject , my dear brother bard , I will say in prose . There are other impediments which I could ...
... praise ? That he has furnish'd lights for other eyes , Which they who need them use , and then despise , What remains for me to say on this subject , my dear brother bard , I will say in prose . There are other impediments which I could ...
154. oldal
... praise , that did honour both to him , and to themselves . It is not often that majesty has opportunities of granting a reward for literary merit , where the individual who receives it , has so clear and unquestionable a title both to ...
... praise , that did honour both to him , and to themselves . It is not often that majesty has opportunities of granting a reward for literary merit , where the individual who receives it , has so clear and unquestionable a title both to ...
172. oldal
... praise , from persons who could be influ- enced only by the most laudable motives in bestow- ing it , might re - animate the dejected spirit of a poet not sufficiently conscious of the public service that his writings had rendered to ...
... praise , from persons who could be influ- enced only by the most laudable motives in bestow- ing it , might re - animate the dejected spirit of a poet not sufficiently conscious of the public service that his writings had rendered to ...
173. oldal
... praise . He had long discontinued the revisal of his Homer , but by the entreaty of his young kinsman he was persuaded to resume it in September 1797 , and he presevered in it , oppressed as he was by in- disposition , till March 1799 ...
... praise . He had long discontinued the revisal of his Homer , but by the entreaty of his young kinsman he was persuaded to resume it in September 1797 , and he presevered in it , oppressed as he was by in- disposition , till March 1799 ...
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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...