What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
WILLIAM COWPERAccomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
More William Cowper Quotes
-
-
In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
WILLIAM COWPER -
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
WILLIAM COWPER -
And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
WILLIAM COWPER -
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Alas! 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 COWPER -
The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
WILLIAM COWPER -
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
WILLIAM COWPER -
The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
WILLIAM COWPER -
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
WILLIAM COWPER -
A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
WILLIAM COWPER -
Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
WILLIAM COWPER