To Dr. Austin, Of Cecil Street, London.

Austin! accept a grateful verse from me,
The poets treasure, no inglorious fee.
Loved by the muses, thy ingenuous mind
Pleasing requital in my verse may find;
Verse oft has dashd the scythe of Time aside,
Immortalizing names which else had died:
And O! could I command the glittering wealth
With which sick kings are glad to purchase health!
Yet, if extensive fame, and sure to live,
Were in the power of verse like mine to give,
I would not recompense his arts with less,
Who, giving Mary health, heals my distress.
Friend of my friend!^[1] I love thee, though unknown,
And boldly call thee, being his, my 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

To Leonora,[1] Singing in Rome.[2]

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

The Doves.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

Pity For Poor Africans.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

An Epistle To An Afflicted Protestant Lady In France.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

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Unwin, I should but ill repay
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To Mrs. Unwin.

Mary! I want a lyre with other strings,
Such aid from heaven as some have feignd they drew,
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And undebased by praise of meaner things,
That, ere through age or woe I shed my wings,
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Gratitude. Addressed To Lady Hesketh.

This cap, that so stately appears,
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Dear architect of fine chateaux in air,
Worthier to stand for ever, if they could,
Than any built of stone or yet of wood,
For back of royal elephant to bear!


O for permission from the skies to share,
Much to my own, though little to thy good,
With thee (not subject to the jealous mood!)
A partnership of literary ware!


But I am bankrupt now; and doomd henceforth
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That he has furnishd lights for other eyes,
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