The Works of William Cowper: His Life and Letters, Volume 5Saunders & Otley, 1835 |
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... lately read a history , or an account of Africa , I had seen it there asserted , that till the commencement of that traffic , the negroes , multiplying at a prodigious rate , were necessitated to devour each other ; for which reason I ...
... lately read a history , or an account of Africa , I had seen it there asserted , that till the commencement of that traffic , the negroes , multiplying at a prodigious rate , were necessitated to devour each other ; for which reason I ...
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... lately learned that it is pretty generally reported , both in your county and in this , that my present opinion , concerning the slave trade , differs totally from that which I have heretofore given to the public , and that I am no ...
... lately learned that it is pretty generally reported , both in your county and in this , that my present opinion , concerning the slave trade , differs totally from that which I have heretofore given to the public , and that I am no ...
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... lately an entire stranger , and who now loves me as his brother , and forgets himself to serve me . Mrs. Unwin has been seized with an illness that for many days threatened to deprive me of her , and to cast a gloom , an impenetrable ...
... lately an entire stranger , and who now loves me as his brother , and forgets himself to serve me . Mrs. Unwin has been seized with an illness that for many days threatened to deprive me of her , and to cast a gloom , an impenetrable ...
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... lately dead ; and whose letter , giving an account of it , which I received yesterday , drew tears from the eyes of all our party . My only comfort respecting even yourself is , that you write in good spirits , and assure me that you ...
... lately dead ; and whose letter , giving an account of it , which I received yesterday , drew tears from the eyes of all our party . My only comfort respecting even yourself is , that you write in good spirits , and assure me that you ...
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... lately had a letter from Dublin on that subject , which has pleased me . W. C. TO WILLIAM HAYLEY , ESQ . Weston , Jan 29 , 1793 . My dearest Hayley -- I truly sympathize with you under your weight of sorrow for the loss of our good ...
... lately had a letter from Dublin on that subject , which has pleased me . W. C. TO WILLIAM HAYLEY , ESQ . Weston , Jan 29 , 1793 . My dearest Hayley -- I truly sympathize with you under your weight of sorrow for the loss of our good ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
able Adieu affectionate afford answer arrived bard believe blank verse breakfast CHARLOTTE SMITH comfort COURTENAY Cowper dear friend dearest brother delight Eartham expect favour fears feel finished Flaxman Four Ages Friend-I give happy Hayley's heart Homer honour hope Hurdis Iliad JOHN JOHNSON JOHN NEWTON John Throckmorton Johnny journey July 27 kind Kingston labours LADY HESKETH least letter lines melancholy Milton mind morning never numbers obliged Odyssey opportunity ourselves Paradise Lost perhaps pleasant pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor Mary present Private Correspondence reason received rejoice rhyme Romney SAMUEL ROSE seems seen sent sincerely sonnet soon spirits suffered tell thank thee thing thou tion translation Unwin verse W. C. TO LADY W. C. TO SAMUEL W. C. TO WILLIAM walk Weston Weston Underwood Whig WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write
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Página 334 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Página 385 - There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Página 230 - 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!
Página 302 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Página 374 - 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.
Página 247 - 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.
Página 386 - ... Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace. He stablishes the strong, restores the weak, Reclaims the...
Página 297 - Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
Página 313 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright, The screws reversed, (a task which if he please God in a moment executes with ease,) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till he tune them, all their power and use.
Página 246 - He lov'd 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 wag'd with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.