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SKETCH of the Life of William Cowper, Esq.
Progress of Error,
The Task, Book I. The Sofa,
II. The Time-Piece,
III. The Garden
IV. The Winter Evening,
V. The Winter Morning Walk,
VI. The Winter Walk at Noon,
Epistle to Joseph Hill, Esq.
Tirocinium ; or, a Review of Schools,
The Yearly Distress, or Tithing Time at Stock, in Essex, -
Sonnet to Henry Cowper, Esq.
Lines addressed to Dr. Darwin,
On Mrs. Montagu's Feather Hangings
Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk,
On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow, Esq.
Ode to Peace,
The Modern Patriot,
On observing some names of little note recorded in the Biographia
Report of an adjudged case, not to be found in any of the books, 245
On the burning of Lord Mansfield's library,
On the same,
The love of the world reproved,
Oy; the death of Lady Throck morton's Bulfinch,
Another, addressed to a young lady,
The Poet's New-Year's Gift,
Ode to Apollo,
airing Time anticipated. A fable,
Dog and the Water Lily,
Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant,
forbearance nansanry to the happiness of the marrier' state, 364
The Negro's complaint,
Pity for poor Africans,
The Morning Dream,
The Nighungale and Glow Worms,
On a Goldfinch starved to death is has caze,
The Pine-apple and the Been
Horace, Book II. Ode X,
A reflection on the foregoing oder
The Lily and the Rose,
Idem Latine Reddituin,
The Poplar field,
Idem Latine Redditum,
Translation of Prior's Chloe and Eupbelia,
The history of John Glpin,
Epistle to an afflicted Protestant lady in France,
To the Rev. W. C. Unwin,
To the Rev. Mr. Newton,
The Moralizer corrected,
The Faithful Bird,
The Needless alarm,
On the receipt of my mother's picture oui of Norfolk,
On a mischievous Bull,
Ânnus Memorabilis, 1769,
Hymn for the use of the Sunday Sablat Olney,
Stanzas subjoined to a bill oi mortality for the year 1787,
The same for 1738,
The same for 1789,
The same for 1790,
The same for 1792
The sarne for 1793,
Epitaph on Mr. Hamilton,
Epitaph on a Hare,
Stanzas on the first publication of Sir Charles Grandison,
Address to Miss — on reading the Prayer for Incifference
A Tale founded on a fact,
To the Rev. Mr. Newton, on his return from Ramsgate,
Poetical epistle to Lady Austen,
Song, written at the request of Lady Austen,
Verses from a poem eniiled Valediction,
Epitaph on Johnson,
To Miss (, on her birth-day,
The Hatting Mill, -
To Mrs. Throckmorton,
On the late indecent liberties taken with the remains of Milan,
To Mrs. King,
The judgment of the Poets,
Epitaph on Mrs. M. Higgins, of Weston,
The Retired Cat,
To the Nightingale,
Sonnet to W. Wilberforce, Esq.
To Dr. Austin,
Sonnet, aduressed to William Hayley, Esq.
Sonnet to George Romney, Esq.
On receiving Hayley's picture,
On a plant of Virgini's-bower,
To my cousin, Anne Bodham,
To Mrs. Unwin,
To Willian Hayley, Esq.
On a Spaniel, called Beau, killing a bird,
On the Ice Islands,
Translations from Vincent Bourne.
I. The Glow Worm,
II. The Jackdaw,
III. The Cricket,
IV. The Parrot,
V. The Thracian,
VI. Reciprocal Kindness,
VII. A Manual,
VIII. An Enigma,
IX. Sparrows self-domesticated,
X. Familiarity dangerous,
XI. Invitation to the Red-breast,
XII. Strada's Nightingale,
XIII. Ode on the death of a Lady
XIV. The Cause won,
XV. The Silk Worm,
XVI. The Innocent Thief,
XVII. Denner's Old Woman,
XVIII. The Tears of a Painter,
XIX. The Maze, -
XX. No Sorrow peculiar to the Sufferer,
XXI. The Snail,
The Contrite Heart,
The shining Light,
Thirsting for God,
Song on Peace,
Sonnet to John Johnson,
Inscription on a grove of Oaks,
Memorial for Ashley Cowper, Esq.
To the memory of John Thornton, Esq
To a Young Friend,
To the memory of Dr. Lloyd,
Epitaph on Fop a dog.
Bi te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina charte,
Hor. Lib. I. Epist. 13,
A. YOU told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust.
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war; And never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side.
Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In Honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that Justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. "Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that heaven bestows. And when recording History displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died, Where duty placed them at their country's side ;
The man, that is not moved with what he reads,
That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
But let eternal infamy pursue
The wretch to naught but his ambition true,
Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself stationed on a towering rock,
To see a people scattered like a flock,
Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,
With all the savage thirst a tiger feels;
Then view him self-proclaimed in a gazette
Chief monster that has plagued the nations yet;
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplaced,
Those ensigns of dominion, how disgraced !
The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour,
And Death's own scythe, would better speak his pow'r;
Then grace the bony phantom in their stead
With the king's shoulder-knot and gay cockade
Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress,
The same their occupation and success.
A. "Tis your belief the world was made for rnan; Kings do but reason on the self-same plan : Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas ! the power of logic reigns
With much sufficiency in royal brains;
Such reasoning falls like an inverted cone,
Wanting its proper base to stand upon.
Man made for kings ! those optics are but dim,
That tell you so-say, rather, they for him.
That were indeed a king-ennobling thought,
Could they, or would they, reason as they ought.
The diadem, with mighty projects lined,
To catch renown by ruining mankind,
Is worth, with all its gold and glittering store,
Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.