William Cowper (Óèëüÿì Êóïåð)

No Sorrow Peculiar To The Sufferer

The lover, in melodious verses,
His singular distress rehearses;
Still closing with a rueful cry,
'Was ever such a wretch as I!'
Yes! thousands have endured before
All thy distress; some, haply, more.
Unnumber’d Corydons complain,
And Strephons, of the like disdain;
And if thy Chloe be of steel,
Too deaf to hear, too hard to feel;
Not her alone that censure fits,
Nor thou alone hast lost thy wits. 

1. Pleading For And With Youth
2. On The Burning Of Lord Mansfield's Library
3. Retirement
4. Of Himself
5. I Will Praise The Lord At All Times

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