Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Some drill and bore The solid earth, and from the strata there Extract a register, by which we learn, That he who… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
But many a crime deemed innocent on earth Is registered in Heaven; and these no doubt Have each their record, with a… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give… — 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
When all within is peace How nature seems to smile Delights that never cease The live-long day beguile — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. — 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
And in that hour, The seeds of cruelty, that since have swell'd To such gigantic and enormous growth, Were sown in human… — 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
Learning itself, received into a mind By nature weak, or viciously inclined, Serves but to lead philosophers astray, Where children would with… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed,… — 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
