William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it's real money.
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it's real money.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and read more
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.
They best can judge a poet's worth,
Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic read more
They best can judge a poet's worth,
Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic birth
By labours of their own.
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.
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.
The only amarantine flower on earth
Is virtue.
The only amarantine flower on earth
Is virtue.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
