How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at interval upon the ear In cadence sweet; now dying all away, Now… — William Cowper Bells Copy Share Image
England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country! — William Cowper Country Copy Share Image
O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms? — William Cowper Applause 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 Crime Copy Share Image
“Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion, Scarce can endure delay of execution, Wait with impatient readiness to seize my Soul in a… — William Cowper Justice Copy Share Image
Some to the fascination of a name, Surrender judgment hoodwinked. — William Cowper Fascination Copy Share Image
Our love is principle, and has its root In reason, is judicious, manly, free. — William Cowper Free life Copy Share Image
How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the… — William Cowper Arrows Copy Share Image
For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it comes to light, In… — William Cowper Light Copy Share Image
Greece, sound, thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name, But England's Milton equals both in fame. — William Cowper England Copy Share Image
“But it is a sort of April-weather life that we lead in this world. A little sunshine is generally the prelude to… — William Cowper April Copy Share Image
The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade Pants for the refuge of some rural shade, Where all his long anxieties forgot Amid… — William Cowper Add Copy Share Image
'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it. — William Cowper Fleeting Copy Share Image
'Tis hard if all is false that I advance, A fool must now and then be right, by chance — William Cowper Chance Copy Share Image
Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life. — William Cowper Employed Copy Share Image
