Who is William Cowper

William Cowper (/ˈkuːpər/ KOO-pər; 26 November 1731 – 25 April 1800)[a] was an English poet and hymnodist. One of the most popular poets of his time, Cowper changed the direction of 18th century nature poetry by writing of everyday life and scenes of the English countryside. In many ways, he was one of the forerunners of Romantic poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge called him "the best modern poet", whilst William Wordsworth particularly admired his poem Yardley-Oak.

After being institutionalised for insanity, Cowper found refuge in a fervent evangelical Christianity. He continued to suffer doubt and, after a dream in 1773, believed that he was doomed to eternal damnation. He recovered and wrote more religious hymns.

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Love 193 I Love You 193 God 172 Heart 153 Soul 132 Never 131 Sweet 131 Long 114 Life 113 Light 109


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  • Rafapaz01: william cowper 1818-1866
  • Simplecharli93: judge not the lord by feeble sense,  but trust him for his grace.  behind a frowning providence,  he hides a smiling face.  . -william cowper
  • Wordlive: ‘judge not the lord by feeble sense but trust him for his grace’ (william cowper, (1731–1800).* express that trust now.*william cowper (1731–1800), ‘god moves in a mysterious way’
  • Artist_blake: william blake, view of st. edmund's chapel in the church of east dereham, containing the grave of william cowper esquire, 1804
  • B1akegore: drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm that age or injury has hollow'd deep, where, on his bed of wool and matted leaves, he has outslept the winter, ventures forth to frisk a while, and bask in the warm sun, the squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play. - william cowper
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