The Life of William CowperT. Fisher Unwin, 1892 - 681 pages |
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acquainted admiration agreeable Albans amusement arrived beautiful brother Bull called church Clifton commenced conversation cousin Cowper says dear death delightful Eartham Emberton favour February garden gave Gayhurst give happy Hayley heard heart Hill Homer honour hope Huntingdon hymns Iliad John Cowper John Gilpin John Newton Johnson July June Lady Austen Lady Hesketh laudanum lines live Lond London look Lord Dartmouth Madan Martin Madan melancholy mind morning Mundesley never Newport Pagnell night Nonsense Club observed occasion Olney Olney Hymns once pleasure poem poet poet's poor prayer present received reference Sam Roberts says Cowper seems sent spirits Task Teedon tells thing thought Throckmorton Thurlow told took town translation Unwin verse vicarage volume walk Weston Weston Underwood wife William Cowper writes written
Popular passages
Page 422 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 121 - There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Page 357 - From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the withered leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books.
Page 391 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
Page 39 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 33 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
Page 198 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
Page 164 - And, having dropped the expected bag, pass on, He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some ; To him indifferent whether grief or joy.
Page 292 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropped upon his Bible was sincere : Assailed by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was, a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Page 199 - SOMETIMES a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing in his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again, A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.