William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show
That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show
That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
O Popular Applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
O Popular Applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
On the summit see,
The seals of office glitter in his eyes;
He climbs, he pants, he read more
On the summit see,
The seals of office glitter in his eyes;
He climbs, he pants, he grasps them! At his heels,
Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends,
And with a dexterous jerk soon twists him down,
And wins them, but to lose them in his turn.
Feast of Etheldreda, Abbess of Ely, c.678 O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, read more
Feast of Etheldreda, Abbess of Ely, c.678 O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn And drove Thee from my breast The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne, And worship only Thee. So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.
. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.
Exactness is the sublimity of fools.
[Fr., L'exactitude est le sublime des sots.]
Exactness is the sublimity of fools.
[Fr., L'exactitude est le sublime des sots.]
What is there in the vale of life
Half so delightful as a wife,
When friendship, love, read more
What is there in the vale of life
Half so delightful as a wife,
When friendship, love, and peace combine
To stamp the marriage-bond divine?
Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.
Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.
He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News read more
He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News from all nations lumbering at his back.
Now stir the fire, and close the shudders fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
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Now stir the fire, and close the shudders 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 evening in.
