Oh, popular applause! what heart of man Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms? The wisest and the best feel urgent need… — William Cowper Alas Copy Share Image
For when was public virtue to be found Where private was not? — William Cowper Found Copy Share Image
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme. — William Cowper Blood Copy Share Image
She that asks Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all, And hates their coming. — William Cowper Asks Copy Share Image
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.… — William Cowper Behinds Copy Share Image
The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such… — William Cowper Bears Copy Share Image
They fix attention, heedless of your pain, With oaths like rivets forced into the brain; And e'en when sober truth prevails throughout,… — William Cowper Attention Copy Share Image
Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss. — William Cowper Bliss Copy Share Image
Poor England! thou art a devoted deer, Beset with every ill but that of fear. The nations hunt; all mock thee for… — William Cowper Art Copy Share Image
A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct; The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new what ev'ry body knows;… — William Cowper Body Copy Share Image
It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to… — William Cowper All time Copy Share Image
Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it. — William Cowper Art Copy Share Image
If hindrances obstruct the way, Thy magnanimity display. And let thy strength be seen: But O, if Fortune fill thy sail With… — William Cowper Canvas Copy Share Image
How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too! — William Cowper Busy Copy Share Image
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is… — William Cowper Friendship Copy Share Image
When scandal has new-minted an old lie, Or tax'd invention for a fresh supply, 'Tis call'd a satire, and the world appears… — William Cowper Books Copy Share Image
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign… — William Cowper Horrible Copy Share Image
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees. — William Cowper Knees Copy Share Image
Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Their balmy odors, and… — William Cowper Earth Copy Share Image
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never… — William Cowper Enjoy Copy Share Image
A story, in which native humour reigns, Is often useful, always entertains; A graver fact, enlisted on your side, May furnish illustration,… — William Cowper Enlisted Copy Share Image
A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship's finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast,… — William Cowper Breasts Copy Share Image
