English poem
To Warren Hastings, Esq. By An Old Schoolfellow Of His At Westminster.
Hastings! I knew thee young, and of a mind, While young, humane, conversable, and kind, Nor can I well believe thee, gentle then, Now grown a villain, and the worst of men. But rather some suspect, who have oppress'd And worried thee, as not themselves the best.
More by William Cowper
- To The Reverend Mr. Newton
- To The Reverend Mr. Newton. An Invitation Into The Country.
- To The Same. (Lines Addressed To Miss Theodora Jane Cowper.)
- To The Spanish Admiral Count Gravina, On His Translating The Author's Song On A Rose Into Italian Verse.
- To William Hayley, Esq.
- Translations Of The Italian Poems
- True And False Comforts.
- True Pleasures.