The Life of William CowperT. Fisher Unwin, 1892 - 681 Seiten |
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Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
acquainted admire agreeable Albans amusement appearance 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 Lord Lord Dartmouth Madan Martin Madan melancholy Milton mind morning Mundesley never Newport Pagnell Nonsense Club observed occasion Olney Olney Hymns once pleasure poem poet poet's poor prayer present received referred Sam Roberts says Cowper seems sent spirits Teedon tells thing thought Throckmorton Thurlow told took town translation Unwin verse vicarage volume walk Weston Weston Underwood wife William Cowper writes written
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 119 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 389 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 162 - 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...
Seite 616 - 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...
Seite 196 - Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Seite 654 - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents, dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's Bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his...
Seite 290 - 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.