The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley. Supplementary pages, 3. kötet1806 |
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... poor , " says his devout memorialist : " He often " visited them in their cottages , conversed with them in the most condescending manner , sympathized . " with them , counselled and comforted them in their " distresses ; and those ...
... poor , " says his devout memorialist : " He often " visited them in their cottages , conversed with them in the most condescending manner , sympathized . " with them , counselled and comforted them in their " distresses ; and those ...
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... poor Unwin's death , as it affects the interest of his intended pupil . When a tutor was wanted for him , you sought out the wiset and best man for the office within the circle of your con- nexions . It pleased God to take him home to ...
... poor Unwin's death , as it affects the interest of his intended pupil . When a tutor was wanted for him , you sought out the wiset and best man for the office within the circle of your con- nexions . It pleased God to take him home to ...
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... poor William , two copies of which I wrote out and inclosed , one to Henry Thornton , and one to Mr. Newton . Homer stands by me biting his thumbs , and swears , that if I do not leave off directly , he will choak me with bristly Greek ...
... poor William , two copies of which I wrote out and inclosed , one to Henry Thornton , and one to Mr. Newton . Homer stands by me biting his thumbs , and swears , that if I do not leave off directly , he will choak me with bristly Greek ...
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... poor woman , who has been weak enough to claim my song , Such pilferings are sure to be detected . I wrote it , I know not how long , but I suppose four years ago . The Rose in question , was a Rose given to Lady Austen by Mrs. Unwin ...
... poor woman , who has been weak enough to claim my song , Such pilferings are sure to be detected . I wrote it , I know not how long , but I suppose four years ago . The Rose in question , was a Rose given to Lady Austen by Mrs. Unwin ...
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... Poor simpleton ! She will find now perhaps that the Rose had a thorn , and that she has pricked her fingers with it . Adieu ! my be- loved Cousin . LETTER XXII . W. C. To Lady HESKETH . The Lodge , Jan. 18 , 1787 . I have been so much ...
... Poor simpleton ! She will find now perhaps that the Rose had a thorn , and that she has pricked her fingers with it . Adieu ! my be- loved Cousin . LETTER XXII . W. C. To Lady HESKETH . The Lodge , Jan. 18 , 1787 . I have been so much ...
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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...