Now 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 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 COWPERThis fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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 COWPERA life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
WILLIAM COWPERTruth is the golden girdle of the globe.
WILLIAM COWPERElegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
WILLIAM COWPERWhile truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
WILLIAM COWPERMen deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
WILLIAM COWPERHeaven’s harmony is universal love.
WILLIAM COWPERHappy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
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 COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
WILLIAM COWPERTo 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 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 COWPERVariety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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