William Cowper (Уильям Купер)

By Callimachus

At morn we placed on his funeral bier
Young Melanippus; and, at eventide,
Unable to sustain a loss so dear,
By her own hand his blooming sister died.
Thus Aristippus mourn'd his noble race,
Annihilated by a double blow,
Nor son could hope nor daughter more to embrace
And all Cyrene sadden'd at his woe. 

1. Welcome to the Table
2. To The Rev. Mr. Newton
3. By Philemon
4. The New Convert
5. Repose in God

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