« 前へ次へ »
In Memory of
Borni in Hertfordshire, 1731.
Ye, who with warmth the public triumph feel
Hlis virtaes form'd the magic of his song. Cowper has justly been called the poet of Domestic Life; but his writings are so diversified, as to have a charm for every taste, and for every age. They are calculated not only to awaken the genuine sympathies of the mind, but to rectify the morals, and shed the brightest lustre round the divine realities of our most holy faith.
CONTENTS OF VOL. I.
Si te forte meæ gravis uret sarcina chartæ,
llor. Lib. i. Epist. 13.
A. You told me, I remember, glory, built
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are,
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 luis 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,
But let eternal infamy pursue
A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man; Kings do but reason on the self-same plan; Maintaining your's, you cannot their's condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas ! the power of logic reigns