The Works of William Cowper, Comprising His Poems, Correspondence, and Translations Volume 8

The Works of William Cowper, Comprising His Poems, Correspondence, and Translations Volume 8

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1835 edition. Excerpt: ... O teach this faithless heart A consistent constant part; Or, if it must live to grow More rebellious, break it now! Is it thus that I requite Grace and goodness infinite? Every trace of every boon Cancell'd and erased so soon! Can I grieve thee, whom I love; Thee, in whom I live and move? If my sorrow touch thee still, Save me from so great an ill! Oh! the oppressive, irksome weight, Felt in an uncertain state; Comfort, peace, and rest, adieu, Should I prove at last untrue! Still I choose thee, follow still Every notice of thy will; But, unstable, strangely weak, Still let slip the good I seek. Self-confiding wretch, I thought I could serve thee as I ought, Win thee, and deserve to feel All the love thou canst reveal; Trusting self, a bruised reed, Is to be deceived indeed: Save me from this harm and loss, Lest my gold turn all to dross? Self is earthly--faith alone Makes an unseen world our own; Faith relinquislfd, how we roam, Feel our way, and leave our home! Spurious gems our hopes entice, While we scorn the pearl of price; And, preferring servants' pay, Cast the children's bread away. THE ACQUIESCENCE OF PURE LOVE. Lova! if thy destined sacrifice am I, Come, slay thy victim, and prepare thy fires; Plunged in thy depths of mercy, let me die The death which every soul that lives desires! I watch my hours, and sec them fleet away; The time is long that I have languish'd here; Yet all my thoughts thy purposes obey, With no reluctance, cheerful and sincere. To me 'tis equal, whether love ordain My life or death, appoint me pain or ease; My soul perceives no real ill in pain; In ease or health no real good she sees. One good she covets, and that good alone, To choose thy will, from selfish bias free; And to...
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  • Paperback | 94 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 181g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236780868
  • 9781236780867