A Tribute to the Memory of William Cowper: Author of The Task and Other Poems, Occasioned by the Perusal of His Works, and the Memoirs of His Life by Haley |
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alike amidst angels arguments awful banks bard beauty beneath bestow better BOOK cause charms Christian closing clouds cold Cowper dark delight divine ev'n fair faithful fame flow Friend Friendship gentle genuine give grace happy heart Heav'n heav'nly hills hope humble immortal instruct interesting isle kind knows land language lasting less liberty life's longer lost lyre memory mind mingle Muse nature numbers o'er once pangs peace Perhaps piety pious plain poem Poet powers praise pure reflected regretted reigns Religion rich righteousness round rude sacred sake scene secret seeks seems severe shores silent sincere skill smooth soft song sons sorrow soul spirit spread strain stream strings sublime sure sweet task tear thee theme thine things thou thro tow'ring trembling tribute True truth unknown vale virtue virtuous warm wisdom wreaths
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Página 33 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Página 27 - Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard, and stronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings, Ere you proudly question ours ! PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Página 21 - With England's Bard, with Cowper who shall vie? Original in strength and dignity, With more than painter's fancy blest, with lays Holy, as saints to heav'n expiring raise. — MATHIAS, THOMAS JAMES, 1794-98, The Pursuits of Literature, Eighth ed., p. 418. I have been reading "The Task
Página 11 - ... from such causes. The country that you have had in prospect has been always famed for its beauties ; but the wretch who can derive no gratification from a view of nature, even under the disadvantage of her most ordinary dress, will have no eyes to admire her in any. In one day, in one minute I should rather have said, she became a universal blank to me ; and though from a different cause, yet with an effect as difficult to remove as blindness itself.
Página 32 - Reluctant to receive th' unwelcome cup, That mars her joy, to med'cine her disease. Afflictions are the ministers of love, By heav'n appointed:—happy, if they serve To bring us nearer home !—to wean our hearts From toys and trifles; and to fix them there, Where only lasting happiness is found ! To...
Página 6 - And, sure, the meed, that grateful truth bestows, On virtue, ev'n in humbler sphere than thine;' In silent conflicts, steadily engag'd With selfish passions, (no inglorious aim,) And nobly consecrating all her pow'rs, To works of pure beneficence and love, Transcends th...
Página 31 - ... sank beneath the overwhelming flood : But rather like the wise, who having built, With prudent caution, and a single eye, To that which shall withstand the wreck of time, His mansion on the everlasting rock, Unmov'd beheld it firm abide the assault Of weary elements, and stand secure.
Página 33 - ... His righteous law; thy peace for ever flows, Like Jordan's stream, and as the countless waves Of yon extended sea, thy righteousness. Mortality's frail garments cast aside ; Corruptible put off for incorrupt; And with the Lamb's unspotted robes array'd, Made meet to mingle with th...
Página 34 - Thy fears now all are hush'd, and ev'ry pang, Of time and sense, in sure possession lost. Beauty for ashes ; oh the blest exchange ! And oil of joy, to mourning now succeeds. Wak'd by his voice, who tun'd thy trembling strings, With genuine...