Fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life's long race, Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway,… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, Delightful industry enjoy'd at home, An Nature, in her cultivated trim Dress'ed to his… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, Built as it has been in our waning years, A rest afforded to our weary… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Thieves at home must hang; but he that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Call'd to the temple of impure delight He that abstains, and he alone, does right. If a wish wander that way, call… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Philologists, who chase A painting syllable through time and space Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul,… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd retirement,… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Strength may wield the ponderous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows,… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And… — 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
Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn; to increase a stranger's treasures, o the raging billows borne.… — 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
