Poems ... To which is prefixed a memoir of the author, by John M'Diarmid. Fifth edition, revised and enlargedOliver & Boyd, 1837 - 514 pages |
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... fame of Cowper , that new editions of his works , in some shape or other , are almost constantly issuing from the press ; and it has always struck me as singular , that not one of these editions that I have seen is accompanied by any ...
... fame of Cowper , that new editions of his works , in some shape or other , are almost constantly issuing from the press ; and it has always struck me as singular , that not one of these editions that I have seen is accompanied by any ...
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... fame , that he was destined to aspire to a more imperishable , as well as more exalting , species of distinction . The eclat of tracing his im- mediate descent from two brothers who had both ob- tained seats in the House of Peers ...
... fame , that he was destined to aspire to a more imperishable , as well as more exalting , species of distinction . The eclat of tracing his im- mediate descent from two brothers who had both ob- tained seats in the House of Peers ...
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... fame as a divine had reached London , and who in consequence had been called to the charge of a very respectable congregation in that city . It was through the advice of this gentleman , as the reader has already seen , that Mrs Unwin ...
... fame as a divine had reached London , and who in consequence had been called to the charge of a very respectable congregation in that city . It was through the advice of this gentleman , as the reader has already seen , that Mrs Unwin ...
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... fame enough for me . O ! I could spend whole days and moonlight nights in feeding upon a lovely prospect . " And again , in renewing his correspondence with his cousin , Mrs Cowper , " You see me sixteen years older , at the least ...
... fame enough for me . O ! I could spend whole days and moonlight nights in feeding upon a lovely prospect . " And again , in renewing his correspondence with his cousin , Mrs Cowper , " You see me sixteen years older , at the least ...
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... fame with much more truth than Pope ever could do , " It comes unlook'd for , if it comes at all . " His course of life , from the time he settled in the coun- try , had been much more that of an invalid than an aspirant after literary ...
... fame with much more truth than Pope ever could do , " It comes unlook'd for , if it comes at all . " His course of life , from the time he settled in the coun- try , had been much more that of an invalid than an aspirant after literary ...
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Alloway Kirk beauty beneath bids blank verse blest boast breath call'd cause charms Cowper dæmons delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd frown genius give glory grace hand happy hast Hayley heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hertfordshire honour hope hour House of Peers Iliad John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour Lady land light lov'd lyre mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never o'er Olney once pain peace perhaps pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rude sacred scene scorn seem'd seems shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stream sweet task taste telescopic eye thee theme thine things thou thought toil tongue truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Page 496 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Page 89 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...
Page 380 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us-! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 89 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered 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!
Page 256 - Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Page 466 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bareheaded you are come, " Or why you come at all ?" Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke ; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : "I came because your horse would come, And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, — • They are upon the road.
Page 91 - Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repelled; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried 'Adieu...
Page 281 - Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text; Cry — hem; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Page 416 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 508 - I kept him for his humour's sake, For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache, And force me to a smile.