The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley. Supplementary pages, 3. kötet1806 |
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William Cowper William Hayley. THE LIFE , AND POSTHUMOUS WRITINGS , OF WILLIAM COWPER , ESQR . THE LIFE , AND POSTHUMOUS WRITINGS , OF WILLIAM COWPER.
William Cowper William Hayley. THE LIFE , AND POSTHUMOUS WRITINGS , OF WILLIAM COWPER , ESQR . THE LIFE , AND POSTHUMOUS WRITINGS , OF WILLIAM COWPER.
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... Esqr . WITH AN INTRODUCTORY LETTER TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE EARL COWPER . BY WILLIAM HAYLEY , ESQR . “ Observatur oculis ille vir , quo neminem ætas nostra graviorem , sanctiorem , subtiliorem denique tulit : quem ego quum ex admiratione ...
... Esqr . WITH AN INTRODUCTORY LETTER TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE EARL COWPER . BY WILLIAM HAYLEY , ESQR . “ Observatur oculis ille vir , quo neminem ætas nostra graviorem , sanctiorem , subtiliorem denique tulit : quem ego quum ex admiratione ...
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... Esqr . Olney , June 19 , 1786 . My dear Cousin's arrival as , as it could not fail to do , made us happier than we ever were at Olney . Her great kindness in giv- ing us her company , is a cordial that I shall feel the effect of not ...
... Esqr . Olney , June 19 , 1786 . My dear Cousin's arrival as , as it could not fail to do , made us happier than we ever were at Olney . Her great kindness in giv- ing us her company , is a cordial that I shall feel the effect of not ...
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... Esqr . Olney , Oct. 6 , 1786 . You have not heard , I suppose , that the ninth book of my translation is at the bot- tom of the Thames . But it is even so . A storm overtook it in its way to Kingston , and it sunk , to- gether with the ...
... Esqr . Olney , Oct. 6 , 1786 . You have not heard , I suppose , that the ninth book of my translation is at the bot- tom of the Thames . But it is even so . A storm overtook it in its way to Kingston , and it sunk , to- gether with the ...
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... that I had not sufficiently recovered myself to engage in such an occupation . Having Letters to write , I the more willingly gave myself a dispensation . Good night . Yours ever , W. C. od 2 LETTER XVIII . To JOSEPH HILL , Esqr . Weston ...
... that I had not sufficiently recovered myself to engage in such an occupation . Having Letters to write , I the more willingly gave myself a dispensation . Good night . Yours ever , W. C. od 2 LETTER XVIII . To JOSEPH HILL , Esqr . Weston ...
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Adieu affectionate amusement answer attention beautiful believe Blank verse Bodham Callimachus comfort Cowper DEAR FRIEND DEAR SIR DEAREST COUSIN DEAREST COZ delight Eartham Esqr expect expression favour feel forget Gentleman's Magazine George Throckmorton give glad happy hear heard heart Homer honour hope Iliad JOHN JOHNSON Johnny JOSEPH HILL June June 15 kind labour Lady HESKETH least live manner mean melancholy Milton mind morning neighbour nerally never obliged occasion Odyssey Olney once perhaps pleased pleasure poem poet present reason rejoice Revd SAMUEL ROSE seems seen sensible sent soon spirits suffer suppose sure tell thank thee thing thou thought Throckmorton tion translation truth Unwin verse Villoison W. C. LETTER W. C. The Lodge W. C. To Lady walk WALTER BAGOT Weston WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write yesterday young
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446. oldal - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
390. oldal - MARY ! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from heaven as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new And undebased by praise of meaner things, That, ere through age or woe I shed...
78. oldal - Alas ! sir, I have heretofore borrowed help from him, but he is a gentleman of so much reading, that the people of our town cannot understand him.
24. oldal - It is a great thing to be indeed a poet, and does not happen to more than one man in a century. Churchill,' the great Churchill, deserved the name of poet : I have read him twice, and some of his pieces three times over, and the last time with more pleasure than the first. The pitiful scribbler of his life seems to have undertaken that task, for which he was entirely unqualified, merely because it afforded him an opportunity to traduce him.
446. oldal - ... person at the point of death, we cannot forbear being attentive to every thing he says or does, because we are sure that some time or other we shall ourselves be in the same melancholy circumstances. The general, the statesman, or the philosopher, are perhaps characters which we may never act in, but the dying man is one whom, sooner or later, we shall certainly resemble.
74. oldal - gan in haste the drawers explore, The lowest first, and without stop The rest in order to the top. For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right.
56. oldal - Burns' poems, and have read them twice ; and, though they be written in a language that is new to me, and many of them on subjects much inferior to the author's ability, I think them on the whole a very extraordinary production.
213. oldal - The world could not have furnished you with a present so acceptable to me as the picture which you have so kindly sent me. I received it the night before last, and viewed it with a trepidation of nerves and spirits somewhat akin to what I should have felt, had the dear original presented herself to my embraces. I kissed it, and hang it where it is the last object that I see at night, and, of course, the first on which I open my eyes in the morning.
214. oldal - ... and a little I would hope both of his and of her , I know not what to call it without seeming to praise myself, which is not my intention, but speaking to you, I will even speak out, and say good nature. Add to all this, I deal much in poetry, as did our venerable ancestor, the Dean of St. Paul's, and I think I shall have proved myself a Donne at all points'.} The truth is, that whatever I am, I love you all.
151. oldal - How many are the days of the years of thy life? And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years : few and evil have been the days of the years of my life...