The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley. Supplementary pages, Том 41806 |
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... translated to Paradise , unless I left my body behind me , would cleave to me even there also . It is my companion for life , and nothing will ever divorce us . So much for myself . Mrs. Unwin is evidently the better for her jaunt ...
... translated to Paradise , unless I left my body behind me , would cleave to me even there also . It is my companion for life , and nothing will ever divorce us . So much for myself . Mrs. Unwin is evidently the better for her jaunt ...
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... have had a good night , and are all well this morning . God bless you my dearest Brother . W. C. LETTER VII . To WILLIAM HAYLEY , Esqr . MY 16 31 34 To W Hayley, Esq On his confinement in consequence of his translating Milton,
... have had a good night , and are all well this morning . God bless you my dearest Brother . W. C. LETTER VII . To WILLIAM HAYLEY , Esqr . MY 16 31 34 To W Hayley, Esq On his confinement in consequence of his translating Milton,
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... translation will make its way . There must be time for the conquest of vehement and long - rooted prejudice ; but without much self - partiality , I believe , that the conquest will be made ; and am certain , that I should be of the ...
... translation will make its way . There must be time for the conquest of vehement and long - rooted prejudice ; but without much self - partiality , I believe , that the conquest will be made ; and am certain , that I should be of the ...
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... be happy when time shall serve , with your aid , to make a good translation of it . But that will be a stubborn busi- ness . Adieu ! The clock strikes eight ; and now for Homer . W. C. LETTER XXVII . To SAMUEL ROSE , Esqr . Weston 57.
... be happy when time shall serve , with your aid , to make a good translation of it . But that will be a stubborn busi- ness . Adieu ! The clock strikes eight ; and now for Homer . W. C. LETTER XXVII . To SAMUEL ROSE , Esqr . Weston 57.
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... translation was , and shall be heartily glad when it is over ; In the mean time all the Letters I receive remain unanswered , or if they receive an answer , it is always a short one . Such this must be . Johnny is here , having flown ...
... translation was , and shall be heartily glad when it is over ; In the mean time all the Letters I receive remain unanswered , or if they receive an answer , it is always a short one . Such this must be . Johnny is here , having flown ...
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Adieu admirable affectionate afflicted appear bard bird-lime CALLIMACHUS charm Courtenay Cowper DEAR FRIEND dearest brother delight Dereham distress Eartham endeared endeavour Esqr excellent expression eyes favourite feel friendship genius GEORGE ROMNEY give grace Greek hand happy haste heart Heaven Homer honour hope Iliad JOHN JOHNSON John Throckmorton Johnny Johnson justly kind Kingston labour Lady Hesketh live Lord Thurlow Mary melancholy memory Milton mind morning nature never nihil obliged Odyssey once perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope powers praise present quæ quam quod racter reader reason received rejoice Revd Romney SAMUEL ROSE seems shew sight soon sorrow spirit sufferings talents tell tender thee thine thing thou tibi tion translation truth Unwin verse vex'd W. C. LETTER W. C. TO WILLIAM Weston Whig WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wish write
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