The Works of William Cowper: Comprising His Poems, Correspondence and Translations, 2. kötet

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To the Rev William Unwin Sept 17 Schools
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To the Rev John Newton Dec 21 Mrs Unwin and Newton con
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HAYLEYs birth and boyhood
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To the Rev John Newton Jan 21 Progress of Error sent by
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To Joseph Hill Esq Feb 15 Great hurricane in the West Indies
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To the Rev William Unwin Feb 27 Bond of Resignation Vestris
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To the Rev William Unwin April 2 His time fully employed
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To the Rev John Newton April 25 Contents of his volume Preface
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To the Rev William Unwin May 23 Delays in printing Mischief
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To the Rev John Newton July 12 On rhyme
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To the Rev John Newton Aug 16 Greenhouse converted into
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To the Rev William Unwin Aug 25 Congratulations on
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To Mr Johnson Bookseller Sept 16 In reply to some of his cri
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To the Rev William Unwin Oct 6 Ways of the world
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To the Rev William Unwin Nov 5 Reflections on the careless
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To the Rev William Unwin Nov 26 Pleasure of writing
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To Mrs Newton Sept 16 An Epistle in verse concerning a barrel
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To Mr Johnson Nov 27 A paragraph from Expostulation withdrawn
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To Mr Johnson About Dec 17 Relating to the volume in the press
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To the Rev William Unwin Jan 17 Dr Johnson Prior vindi
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To the Rev William Unwin Feb 9 Schoolboys verses Bishop
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To the Rev William Unwin March 7 Hopes of seeing him
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To the Rev William Unwin March 18 Pleased with his favourable
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To the same May 27 Inclosing a copy of Dr Franklins letter
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To the Rev William Bull Aug 14 Madam Guyon
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To the Rev William Bull Nov 5 A cordial invitation
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To the Rev W Unwin Nov 30 Distribution of alnıs Teedon
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148. oldal - Could catch the sound no more: For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear: And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date: But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
148. oldal - He loved them both, but both in vain ; Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay ; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away ; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
148. oldal - That pitiless perforce, They left their outcast mate behind, And scudded still before the wind. Some succour yet they could afford ; And, such as storms allow, The cask, the coop, the floated cord, Delay'd not to bestow.
100. oldal - The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently...
9. oldal - ... A man who has not been in Italy is always conscious of an inferiority, from his not having seen what it is expected a man should see. The grand object of travelling is to see the shores of the Mediterranean. On those shores were the four great empires of the world ; the Assyrian, the Persian, the Grecian, and the Roman. All our religion, almost all our law, almost all our arts, almost all that sets us above savages, has come to us from the shores of the Mediterranean.
187. 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 ? for ye are our glory and joy,
99. oldal - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
180. oldal - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
267. oldal - The meshes of that fine network, the brain, are composed of such mere spinners' threads in me, that when a long thought finds its way into them, it buzzes, and twangs, and bustles about at such a rate as seems to threaten the whole contexture.
195. oldal - We seldom sit an hour after dinner, but if the weather permits adjourn to the garden, where with Mrs. Unwin and her son I have generally the pleasure of religious conversation till tea-time. If it rains, or is too windy for walking, we either converse within doors, or sing some hymns of Martin's collection, and by the help of Mrs.

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