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able affection affectionate already answer appearance arrived assure attention beautiful believe called cause comfort concerning course Cousin Cowper dear friend delight desire doubt engaged equally expect express feel felt give hand happy hear heard heart Homer hope interest JOHN Johnson kind labour LADY HESKETH lately learned least leave less letter lines lived Lodge Lord manner matter mean mind nature never Newton object obliged occasion Olney once passed perhaps person pleased pleasure poem poet poor possible present Private Correspondence prove reason received respect scene seems seen sensible sent serve short situation soon spirits suffer suppose sure tell thank thing thought thousand tion translation truly truth turn Unwin verse volume walk Weston whole wish write wrote
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252 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then, kneeling down to heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days ; There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou dumb and deaf spirit, I charge thee, come out of him, and enter no more into him. 26 And the spirit cried, and rent him sore, and came out of him : and he was as one dead ; insomuch that many said, He is dead.
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire, to give them light; to go by day and night: he took not away the pillar of the cloud by day, nor the pillar of fire by night, from before the people.
299 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
2 ÆäÀÌÁö - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the Yast lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
249 ÆäÀÌÁö - Burns' poems, and have read them twice ; and though they be written in a language that is new to me, and many of them on subjects much inferior to the author's ability, I think them on the whole a very extraordinary production. He is I believe the only poet these kingdoms have produced in the lower rank of life, since Shakespeare...