On The Promotion Of Edward Thurlow, Esq. To The Lord High Chancellorship Of England.

Round Thurlows head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
Fair Science pourd the light of truth,
And Genius shed his rays.


See! with united wonder cried
The experienced and the sage,
Ambition in a boy supplied
With all the skill of age!


Discernment, eloquence, and grace,
Proclaim him born to sway
The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.


The praise bestowd was just and wise;
He sprang impetuous forth,
Secure of conquest, where the prize
Attends superior worth.


So the best courser on the plain
Ere yet he starts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain
What all had deemd his own.

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

Another to the Same. (To Leonora)

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

To The Immortal Memory Of The Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April 26, 1784.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

Longing To Be With Christ.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

To Christina, Queen of Sweden, with Cromwell's Picture.[1]

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

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Dear architect of fine chateaux in air,
Worthier to stand for ever, if they could,
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For back of royal elephant to bear!


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That he has furnishd lights for other eyes,
Which they who need them use, and then despise.

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The Instalment.

To the Right Hon. Sir Robert Walpole, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter.


        Quæsitam meritis.

                HOR.


With invocations some their breasts inflame;
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Honour and happiness unite
To make the Christians name a praise;
How fair the scene, how clear the light,
That fills the remnant of his days!


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Lines Addressed To Miss Theodora Jane Cowper.

William was once a bashful youth,
His modesty was such,
That one might say, to say the truth,
He rather had too much.


Some said that it was want of sense,
And others, want of spirit
(So blest a thing is impudence),
While others could not bear it.


But some a different notion had,
And, at each other winking,
Observed that though he little said,
He paid it off with thinking.


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To The Ship In Which Lord Castlereagh Sailed For The Continent.

Imitated from Horace, lib. i, ode 3.


So may my Lady's prayers prevail,
    And Canning's too, and lucid Bragge's,
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    From Eolus, that older Bags,
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Oh ship, that bearest our Castlereagh,
Our gracious Regent's better half
    And therefore quarter of a King--
(As Van or any other calf
    May find without much figuring).
Waft him, oh ye kindly breezes,
    Waft this Lord of place and pelf,
Any where his Lordship pleases,
    Tho' 'twere to Old Nick himself!

Oh, what a face of brass was his.
Who first at Congress showed his phiz--
To sign away the Rights of Man
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Sonnet, Addressed To Henry Cowper, Esq.

On His Emphatical And Interesting Delivery Of The Defence Of Warren Hastings, Esq., In The House Of Lords.


Cowper, whose silver voice, taskd sometimes hard,
Legends prolix delivers in the ears
(Attentive when thou readst) of Englands peers,
Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward.


Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,
Expending late on all that length of plea
Thy generous powers, but silence honourd thee,
Mute as eer gazed on orator or bard.


Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside
Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet
Of Attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Like thy renownd forefathers, far and wide
Thy fame diffuse, praised not for utterance meet
Of others speech, but magic of thy own.

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