The Life and Works of William Cowper: Now First Completed by the Introduction of His "Private Correspondence".Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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acquaintance affection affectionately affliction agreeable Alban's believe blessing Bonnell Thornton Bristol spring brother Cambridge character Christ Christian church comfort converse Cousin-I Cowper dear cousin dear friend Dear Joe-I death desire divine Droxford faith favour feel friendship give glad glory grace happy heart hereafter holy honour hope Huntingdon interest Jesus JOHN NEWTON JOSEPH HILL July 13 June 16 kind LADY HESKETH least live Lord Lord Thurlow March 11 Martin Madan mean ments mercy mind mother nature ness never nexions obliged occasion Olney Olney hymns peace perhaps pleased pleasure poem poet poor pray present Private Correspondence reason received recollect remember river Ouse Saviour Scripture seems silence soul spirit suppose sure temper tender thank thee thing thou thought tion truth verses W. C. TO JOSEPH W. C. TO LADY WILLIAM UNWIN wish word write
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24. oldal - For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness ; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.
3. oldal - A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
3. oldal - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
73. oldal - For what is our hope, or joy, or crown of rejoicing? Are not even ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming?
253. oldal - I love the memory of Vinny Bourne. I think him a better Latin poet than Tibul'lus, Propertius, Ausonius, or any of the writers in his way, except Ovid, and not at all inferior to him.
342. oldal - Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England, did adorn. The first, in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she joined the former two.
11. oldal - Doom'd, as I am, in solitude to waste The present moments, and regret the past ; Deprived of every joy I valued most, My friend torn from me, and my mistress lost ; Call not this gloom I wear, this anxious mien, The dull effect of humour, or of spleen ! Still, still, I mourn, with each returning day, Him u snatch'd by fate, in early youth away ; And her. . through tedious years of doubt and pain, Fix'd in her choice, and faithful. . but in vain.
216. oldal - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
156. oldal - At present, the difference between them and me is greatly to their advantage. I delight in baubles, and know them to be so ; for rested in, and viewed without a reference to their Author, what is the earth, — what are the planets, — what is the sun itself but a bauble ? Better...
140. oldal - It is like that of a fine organ ; has the fullest and the deepest tones of majesty, with all the softness and elegance of the. Dorian flute. Variety without end and never equalled, unless perhaps by Virgil.