English poem
To Miss C-----, On Her Birthday.
How many between east and west Disgrace their parent earth, Whose deeds constrain us to detest The day that gave them birth! Not so when Stella's natal morn Revolving months restore, We can rejoice that she was born, And wish her born once more!
More by William Cowper
- To John Johnston, Esq., On His Presenting Me With An Antique Bust Of Homer.
- To Joseph Hill, Esq.[555]
- To Leonora,[1] Singing in Rome.[2]
- To Mary.
- To Mr. John Rouse, Librarian of the University of Oxford, An Ode[1] on a Lost Volume of my Poems Which He Desired Me to Replace that He Might Add Them to My Other Works Deposited in the Library.
- To Mrs. King, On Her Kind Present To The Author, A Patchwork Counterpane Of Her Own Making.
- To Mrs. Newton.
- To Mrs. Newton.[101]