Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
WILLIAM COWPERMaintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
WILLIAM COWPERAlas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
WILLIAM COWPERHow sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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 COWPERGod moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
WILLIAM COWPERRemorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
WILLIAM COWPERExistence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
WILLIAM COWPERThe only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
WILLIAM COWPERWho loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
WILLIAM COWPERPerhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
WILLIAM COWPERDeep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
WILLIAM COWPER…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
WILLIAM COWPERKnowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
WILLIAM COWPERKnowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
WILLIAM COWPERAnd natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
WILLIAM COWPERBlest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
WILLIAM COWPER