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able Adieu affectionate afford answer appearance arrived believe brother called cause close comfort continued Correspondence Cowper dear dearest delight desire Eartham effect expect expressed eyes fear feel give hand happy Hayley heart Homer honour hope interest John Johnson journey kind labour Lady lately least less letter lines live look Lord manner Mary means Milton mind morning nature never night obliged observed occasion once opportunity passed perhaps person pleased pleasure poem poet poor possible present reason received remark respect rest Rose seems seen sent short soon spirits suffered suppose tell thank thee thing thou thought tion translation Unwin verse Weston WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write
Page 334 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Page 385 - There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Page 230 - 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 302 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Page 374 - Time made thee what thou wast, king of the woods : And Time hath made thee what thou art — a cave For owls to roost in.
Page 247 - No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear : And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date : But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
Page 386 - ... Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace. He stablishes the strong, restores the weak, Reclaims the...
Page 297 - Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
Page 313 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright, The screws reversed, (a task which if he please God in a moment executes with ease,) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till he tune them, all their power and use.
Page 246 - He lov'd them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay ; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away ; But wag'd with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.