Opinião das pessoas - Escrever uma crítica
Não foram encontradas quaisquer críticas nos locais habituais.
Outras edições - Ver tudo
Cowper, illustrated by a series of views, etc. [The text by E. W. Brayley ...
Visualização integral - 1804
Cowper, Illustrated by a Series of Views: In, Or Near, the Park of Weston ...
James Storer,James Sargant Storer,John Greig
Visualização integral - 1803
accompanied acknowledges acquaintance Alcove appears ascent Avenue beauties became Book Booksellers bordered bridge Brook called Chapel Street church Clifton command completed continued Cowper described Drawn elms Engraved enjoyed enter equally erected extensive extreme flood formerly forms frequent friendship front garden gate give ground Grove Hayley Hood hopes increased John kind Lady land LENOX AND TILDEN lines LODGE London means mind nature never occasioned Olney once opportunity Ouse Park pass Peasant's Nest period pleasing poem poet Poultry powers present prospect PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR Publisha quitted reason remaining removed represented resided rising road scene seen shade Shrubbery side situated spreading stands Storer summer Task Throckmorton TILDEN FOUNDATIONS town translation trees Unwin vale Vernor Vide village volume walk Weston WILDERNESS winding Wood wrote yews YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
Página 11 - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree ; And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.
Página 19 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! 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 18 - 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 22 - And watched a poet through misfortune's vale. Her spotless dust, angelic guards defend ! It is the dust of Unwin, Cowper's friend ! That single title in itself is fame, For all who read his verse revere her name.