On The Gunpowder Plot.[1]

Cum simul in regem nuper satrapasque Britannos
    Ausus es infandum perfide Fauxe nefas,
Fallor? an & mitis voluisti ex parte videri,
    Et pensare mala cum pietate scelus;
Scilicet hos alti missurus ad atria caeli,
    Sulphureo curru flammivolisque rotis.
Qualiter ille feris caput inviolabile Parcis
    Liquit Jordanios turbine raptus agros.


                Another on the Same.

Siccine tentasti caelo donasse Jacobum
    Quae septemgemino Bellua monte lates?
Ni meliora tuum poterit dare munera numen,
    Parce precor donis insidiosa tuis.
Ille quidem sine te consortia serus adivit
    Astra, nec inferni pulveris usus ope.
Sic potius foedus in caelum pelle cucullos,
    Et quot habet brutos Roma profana Deos,
Namque hac aut alia quemque adjuveris arte,
    Crede mihi, caeli vix bene scandet iter.


                Another on the Same.

Purgatorem animae derisit Jacobus ignem,
    Et sine quo superum non adeunda domus.
Frenduit hoc trina monstrum Latiale corona
    Movit & horrificum cornua dena minax.
Et nec inultus ait temnes mea sacra Britanne,
    Supplicium spreta relligione dabis.
Et si stelligeras unquam penetraveris arces,
    Non nisi per flammas triste patebit iter.
O quam funesto cecinisti proxima vero,
    Verbaque ponderibus vix caritura suis!
Nam prope Tartareo sublime rotatus ab igni
    Ibat ad aethereas umbra perusta plagas.


                Another on the Same.

Quem modo Roma suis devoverat impia diris,
    Et Styge damnarat Taenarioque sinu,
Hunc vice mutata jam tollere gestit ad astra,
    Et cupit ad superos evehere usque Deos.


        On the Inventor of Gunpowder.

Praise in old time the sage Prometheus won,
    Who stole ethereal radiance from the sun;
But greater he, whose bold invention strove
    To emulate the fiery bolts of Jove.

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

The Flatting Mill.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

The Poplar Field.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

To The Rev. Mr. Newton, On His Return From Ramsgate.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

Song. On Peace.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

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Purgatorem animae derisit Jacobus ignem,
Et sine quo superum non adeunda domus.
Frenduit hoc trina monstrum Latiale corona
Movit & horrificum cornua dena minax.
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On the Gunpowder Plot.

Cum simul in regem nuper satrapasque Britannos
Ausus es infandum perfide Fauxe nefas,
Fallor? an & mitis voluisti ex parte videri,
Et pensare mala cum pietate scelus;
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Liquit Jordanios turbine raptus agros.

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The Cock-Fighters Garland.[1]

Musehide his name of whom I sing,
Lest his surviving house thou bring
For his sake into scorn,
Nor speak the school from which he drew
The much or little that he knew,
Nor place where he was born.


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Alas! are ever truest found,
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