Maxioms by William Cowper
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.
Could he with reason murmur at his case,
Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
Could he with reason murmur at his case,
Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
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I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
And spare the poet for his subject's sake.
And spare the poet for his subject's sake.
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.
