England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
WILLIAM COWPEREngland with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
WILLIAM COWPERSolitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
WILLIAM COWPERSends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
WILLIAM COWPERWe turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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 COWPERThe rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
WILLIAM COWPER[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
WILLIAM COWPERKnowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
WILLIAM COWPERThus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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 COWPERTis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
WILLIAM COWPERThe path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
WILLIAM COWPERHe that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
WILLIAM COWPERBut oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
WILLIAM COWPERO solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
WILLIAM COWPER