On A Bath, By Plato
Did Cytherea to the skies
From this pellucid lymph arise?
Or was it Cytherea's touch,
When bathing here, that made it such?
poem by William Cowper
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On A True Friend (From The Greek)
Hast thou a friend? thou hast indeed
A rich and large supply.
Treasure to serve your every need,
Well managed, till you die.
poem by William Cowper
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Sunset And Sunrise (Translated From Owen)
Contemplate, when the sun declines,
Thy death with deep reflection!
And when again he rising shines,
The day of resurrection!
poem by William Cowper
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On An Old Woman (From The Greek)
Mycilla dyes her locks, 'tis said:
But 'tis a foul aspersion;
She buys them black; they therefore need
No subsequent immersion.
poem by William Cowper
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An Epitaph 4 (From The Greek)
At threescore winters' end I died
A cheerless being sole and sad;
The nuptial knot I never tied,
And wish my father never had.
poem by William Cowper
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On Niobe (From The Greek)
Charon! receive a family on board
Itself sufficient for thy crazy yawl,
Apollo and Diana, for a word
By me too proudly spoken, slew us all.
poem by William Cowper
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To Demosthenes
It flatters and deceives thy view,
This mirror of ill-polish'd ore;
For, were it just, and told thee true,
Thou wouldst consult it never more.
poem by William Cowper
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Inscription For A Hermitage In The Author's Garden
This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears,
Built as it has been in our waning years,
A rest afforded to our weary feet,
Preliminary to--the last retreat.
poem by William Cowper
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On A Miser (From The Greek)
They call thee rich -- I deem thee poor,
Since, if thou darest not use thy store,
But savest only for thine heirs,
The treasure is not thine, but theirs.
poem by William Cowper
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On The Astrologers (From The Greek)
The astrologers did all alike presage
My uncle's dying in extreme old age;
One only disagreed. But he was wise,
And spoke not till he heard the funeral cries.
poem by William Cowper
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