In the vast, and the minute, we see The unambiguous footsteps of the God, Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing… — William Cowper Creation Copy Share Image
Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream thy flowing wounds supply, redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till… — 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 Change 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 Children Copy Share Image
Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world; to see the stir Of the Great Babel, and… — William Cowper Babel Copy Share Image
We bear our shades about us; self-deprived Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread, And range an Indian waste without a tree. — William Cowper Bears 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 Atoms Copy Share Image
Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts. — William Cowper Art Copy Share Image
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, Is always happy, reign whoever may, And… — William Cowper Always happy Copy Share Image
