Lines Composed For A Memorial Of Ashley Cowper, Esq. Immediately After His Death, By His Nephew William Of Weston.

Farewell! endued with all that could engage
All hearts to love thee, both in youth and age!
In prime of life, for sprightliness enrolld
Among the gay, yet virtuous as the old;


In lifes last stage (O blessings rarely found!),
Pleasant as youth with all its blossoms crownd;
Through every period of this changeful state
Unchanged thyselfwise, good, affectionate!


Marble may flatter, and lest this should seem
Oercharged with praises on so dear a theme,
Although thy worth be more than half supprest,
Love shall be satisfied, and veil the rest.

William Cowper

William Cowper was an English poet and hymnodist known for his contributions to English literature and the Evangelical revival of the 18th century. He suffered from periods of severe depression and mental illness, which influenced much of his work. Despite his struggles, Cowper produced notable works including 'Olney Hymns' in collaboration with John Newton and 'The Task,' which gained considerable popularity. His poetry is often characterized by its introspective, religious, and sometimes melancholic themes.

William Cowper

Addressed To Miss ----, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference, An Ode, By Mrs. Greville.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

The Flatting Mill.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1790.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

On The Queens Visit To London. The Night Of The Seventeenth Of March 1789.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

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Unwin, I should but ill repay
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The stock whereon it grows,
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