There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
WILLIAM COWPERPleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
WILLIAM COWPERMaintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
WILLIAM COWPERHe finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
WILLIAM COWPERI pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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 COWPERGrief is itself a medicine.
WILLIAM COWPERPerhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
WILLIAM COWPERBuilt God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
WILLIAM COWPERWhat we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
WILLIAM COWPERThe 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 COWPEROh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
WILLIAM COWPERSome people are more nice than wise.
WILLIAM COWPERRemorse begets reform.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
WILLIAM COWPERSends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
WILLIAM COWPER