We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
WILLIAM COWPERWe turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
WILLIAM COWPERManner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
WILLIAM COWPERTo follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
WILLIAM COWPERThe only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
WILLIAM COWPERWe are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
WILLIAM COWPERSolitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
WILLIAM COWPERUnless a love of virtue light the flame,
WILLIAM COWPERTime, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
WILLIAM COWPERHeaven’s harmony is universal love.
WILLIAM COWPERThe darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
WILLIAM COWPERNow stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
WILLIAM COWPERAbsence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
WILLIAM COWPERHappy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
WILLIAM COWPERSpring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
WILLIAM COWPERTrials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
WILLIAM COWPER