Quotes by William Cowper
Freedom hath a thousand charms to show, That slaves however contented never know.
When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue/ Lies silent in the grave.
My Mother! when I learnt that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?...
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
Variety is the very spice of life that gives it all its flavour.
I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute on; but I wish that I could get away And go home to the village of Bruton.
Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others' bare.
With spots quadrangular of diamond form,/ Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, / And spades, the emblem of untimely graves.
We perished, each alone: / But I beneath a rougher sea, / And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.
But misery still delights to trace Its 'semblance in another's case....
That good diffused may more abundant grow.
Words learned by rote a parrot may rehearse; but talking is not always to converse, not more distinct from harmony divine, the constant creaking of a country sign.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
And up he got, in haste to ride, / But soon came down again.
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev
A hat not much the worse for wear.
A land-breeze shook the shrouds, / And she was overset; / Down went the Royal George, / With all her crew complete.
Our severest winter, commonly called the spring.
Religion does not censure or excludeUnnumbered pleasures, harmlessly pursued.
Not scorned in Heaven, though little noticed here.
