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 verses by William Cowper
- To Mr. John Rouse, Librarian Of The University Of Oxford. (Translated From Milton)
- To Giovanni Salzilli, A Roman Poet, In His Illness. Scazons (Translated From Milton)
- To Mrs. Newton
- To Mrs. Throckmorton, On Her Beautiful Transcript Of Horace's Ode Ad Librum Suum
- To My Cousin, Anne Bodham, On Receiving From Her A Network Purse, Made By Herself