Cowper, Illustrated by a Series of Views: In, Or Near, the Park of Weston-Underwood, Bucks. Accompanied with Copious Descriptions, and a Brief Sketch of the Poet's Life

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J. Swan ... and published by Vernor and Hood ... ; James Storer and John Greig, engravers, 1804 - Buckinghamshire (England) - 48 pages

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Page 7 - The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made For those who follow thee. 3 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 ! 4 There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Page 32 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some, And of a wannish...
Page 29 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slacken'd to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration, feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene...
Page 17 - 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 5 - In the summer of 1765, he quitted St. Alban's, and retired to private lodgings in the town of Huntingdon, where he became acquainted with the family of the Rev. Mr. Unwin. This was the most important intimacy, from its result, that Cowper ever formed, though it was acquired in a way.
Page 38 - But that the lord of this enclosed demesne, Communicative of the good he owns, Admits me to a share : the guiltless eye Commits no wrong, nor wastes what it enjoys.
Page 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.
Page 7 - For those that follow thee. There, if thy spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, O with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God. 2 There, like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness to her song, Nor thirsts for human praise ; There, O my soul ! look up and view Thy Father's smiling face ; Here, promises he grants to you, LXXXIV.

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