Maria Frances Cecilia Cowper

(1726-1797 / England)

Maria Frances Cecilia Cowper Poems

1. Cohasset 10/18/2010
2. Dependence On God 10/18/2010
3. Diana 10/18/2010
4. A Hymn 10/18/2010
5. Advantages Of Retirement 10/18/2010
6. E. M. J. 10/18/2010
7. Homer. Iliad, Book Vi, 440-502 10/18/2010
8. Horace. Book I. Ode 22 10/18/2010
9. Horace. Book Ii. Ode 10 10/18/2010
10. Horace. Book Iii. Ode 9 10/18/2010
11. How Long 10/18/2010
12. How Long 10/18/2010
13. Hymn 10/18/2010
14. Killed In Action 10/18/2010
15. Loci Dulcedo 10/18/2010
16. Love And Solitude, &C 10/18/2010
17. Maidy 10/18/2010
18. Millwater 10/18/2010
19. On Seeing A Certain Advertisement 10/18/2010
20. Prayer For Others 10/18/2010
21. Quamquam O — 10/18/2010
22. Resignation 10/18/2010
23. Resolve 10/18/2010
24. Retired Hours 10/18/2010
25. Rheims Cathedral 10/18/2010
26. Spring In Absence 10/18/2010
27. Strict Accountability 10/18/2010
28. Sunset 10/18/2010
29. Sursum Corda 10/18/2010
30. The Belgian Dead 10/18/2010
31. The Christian's View Of Pleasure 10/18/2010
32. The Consolation 10/18/2010
33. The Dying Christian 10/18/2010
34. The Necessity And Use Of Affliction 10/18/2010
35. The Retrospect 10/18/2010
36. The Return 10/18/2010
37. The Soul's Farewell To Earth, &C. 10/18/2010
38. The Splendid Vision 10/18/2010
39. The Watching Dead 10/18/2010
40. This World Not Our Rest, &C 10/18/2010

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Chicago Stock Exchange

Bert Alward

The brawling voices babble as before
Though one is hushed : the noblest and the best
Is taken from our midst, and yet the rest
Still fight, and shout and wrangle on the floor.

But we shall never feel his presence more.
Nor hear his merry laugh and constant jest :
The Shades have welcomed an unwilling guest,
And darkness hides him on the farther shore.

Ah, cruel Death, why dost thou joy to show
Thy power by striking down the young and fair,
Letting the weak and old escape the blow ?
Restore thy victim we so ill can spare ! ...

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Dependence On God

THOUGH hearts were cool and wills perverse,
And every channel dry;
Exhaustless flow those heavenly springs
Which all my wants supply.

An all-foreseeing God provides,
Where I no prospect find;
And, guided by his hand, I leave
Darkness and woe behind.

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