The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade Pants for the refuge of some rural shade, Where all his long anxieties forgot Amid… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Even in the stifling bosom of the town, A garden, in which nothing thrives, has charms That soothes the rich possessor; much… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
I was a poet too; but modern taste Is so refined and delicate and chaste, That verse, whatever fire the fancy warms,… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Go, mark the matchless working of the power That shuts within the seed the future flower; Bids these in elegance of form… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Oh, popular applause! what heart of man Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms? The wisest and the best feel urgent need… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show That slaves, howe'er contented, never know. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
And hast thou sworn on every slight pretence, Till perjuries are common as bad pence, While thousands, careless of the damning sin, Kiss the… — William Cowper Copy Share
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed. — William Cowper Copy Share
Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill. — William Cowper Copy Share
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose. — William Cowper Copy Share
Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade. — William Cowper Copy Share
But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is… — William Cowper Copy Share
But conversation, choose what theme we may, And chiefly when religion leads the way, Should flow, like waters after summer show'rs, Not as if… — William Cowper Copy Share
“When we don't pray, we quit the fight. Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright. And Satan trembles when he sees. The weakest saint upon… — William Cowper Copy Share
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your… — William Cowper Copy Share
Ten thousand casks, Forever dribbling out their base contents, Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state, Bleed gold for ministers to sport away.… — William Cowper Copy Share
The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue. — William Cowper Copy Share
