Cowper, Illustrated by a Series of Views: In, Or Near, the Park of Weston-Underwood, Bucks : Accompanied with Copious Descriptions, and a Sketch of the Poet's Life
J. Swan ... and published by Vernor and Hood ... ; James Storer and John Greig, engravers, 1804 - Weston Underwood (England) - 48 pages
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acknow acquaintance with Lady appear ascent Avenue became the tenant bordered Brook BUCKINGHAMSHIRE canopy of spreading Clifton Colonnade Continuing our walk Cowper wrote decline delightful demesne Dereham described by Cowper disposition Eartham elms Emberton Church eminence employ endeavoured equally erected extreme fame Fleet Street foliage following lines formerly friendship front gate gentleman grove Hayley Hertfordshire high walk Homer inclosed inclosure Kilnwick Wood Lady Austin Lady Hesketh little Naiad meadows melancholy mind Moss House Mundsley Neptune Newton occasion Olnev Olney Church Oluey ornamented Ouse parish Peasant's Nest pendant boughs poem poet Poplars present possessor removed resided roof Rustic Bridge scene seen the Alcove shade Shrubbery side Sir John Throckmorton Sir Robert Throckmorton situated sonage house stands summer Task tion town of Olney translation Unwin vale valley verse village of Emberton village of Weston Weston House WESTON LODGE Weston Park Wilderness winding yews
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 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 46 - Stand, never overlook'd our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.
Page 48 - That tinkle in the wither'd 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 an useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books.
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.