English poem
On the Engraver of his Portrait.[1]
Survey my Features--you will own it clear That little skill has been exerted here. My Friends, who know me not here smile to see How ill the model and the work agree. Another Translation of the Same. Look on myself--you will own at once This Copy of me, taken by a Dunce. My Friends, who gaze and guess not whom ye see, Laugh! Would ye think it? He intended me!
More by William Cowper
- On The Death Of A Minister.
- On The Death Of Mrs. (Afterwards Lady) Throckmorton's Bullfinch.
- On the Death of the Bishop of Ely.[1] Anno Aetates 17.
- On the Death of the Vice-Chancellor, A Physician.[1]
- On The Gunpowder Plot.[1]
- On The High Price Of Fish.
- On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean.
- On The Loss Of The Royal George