William Cowper Poems

  • 251.  
    Androcles, from his injured lord, in dread
    Of instant death, to Lybia's desert fled, Tired with his toilsome flight, and parch'd with heat,
  • 252.  
    What Nature, alas! has denied
    To the delicate growth of our isle, Art has in a measure supplied,
  • 253.  
    Doomed, as I am, in solitude to waste
    The present moments, and regret the past, Deprived of every joy I valued most,
  • 254.  
    The Lord will happiness divine
    On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
  • 255.  
    A noble theme demands a noble verse,
    In such I thank you for your fine oysters. The barrel was magnificently large,
  • 256.  
    In painted plumes superbly dress'd,
    A native of the gorgeous east, By many a billow toss'd;
  • 257.  
    From right to left, and to and fro,
    Caught in a labyrinth you go, And turn, and turn, and turn again,
  • 258.  
    Attic maid! with honey fed,
    Bear'st thou to thy callow brood Yonder locust from the mead,
  • 259.  
    O love, of pure and heavenly birth!
    O simple truth, scarce known on earth! Whom men resist with stubborn will;
  • 260.  
    Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me,
    My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for Thee,
  • 261.  
    Farewell! 'But not for ever,' Hope replies,
    Trace but his steps and meet him in the skies! There nothing shall renew our parting pain,
  • 262.  
    The new-born child of gospel grace,
    Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath Emmanuel's shining face
  • 263.  
    I was a grovelling creature once,
    And basely cleaved to earth: I wanted spirit to renounce
  • 264.  
    (Jeremiah, xxxi. 18-20)
    My God, till I received Thy stroke,
  • 265.  
    Heu inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma,
    Quam raro pulchrae, pulchra placere potest! Sed fines ultrà solitos discordia tendit,
  • 266.  
    Sweet tenants of this grove!
    Who sing without design, A song of artless love,
  • 267.  
    The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,
    Makes half a sentence at a time enough; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,
  • 268.  
    Did not thy reason, and thy sense,
    With most persuasive eloquence, Convince me that obedience due
  • 269.  
    How bless'd Thy creature is, O God,
    When with a single eye, He views the lustre of Thy Word,
  • 270.  
    Sweet bird, whom the winter constrains--
    And seldom another it can-- To seek a retreat while he reigns
  • 271.  
    As birds their infant brood protect,
    And spread their wings to shelter them, Thus saith the Lord to His elect,
  • 272.  
    A hermit (or if â??chance you hold
    That title now too trite and old), A man, once young, who lived retired
  • 273.  
    Two nymphs, both nearly of an age,
    Of numerous charms possessed, A warm dispute once chanced to wage,
  • 274.  
    Thus Italy was moved -- nor did the chief
    Ã?neas in his mind less tumult feel. On every side his anxious thought he turns,
  • 275.  
    A miser traversing his house,
    Espied, unusual there, a mouse, And thus his uninvited guest
  • 276.  
    â??Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
    Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds, That crowd away before the driving wind,
  • 277.  
    Dear Anna, -- Between friend and friend,
    Prose answers every common end; Serves, in a plain and homely way,
  • 278.  
    Hastings! I knew thee young, and of a mind
    While young humane, conversable, and kind; Nor can I well believe thee, gentle then,
  • 279.  
    Sometimes a light surprises
    The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises
  • 280.  
    Ye sons of earth prepare the plough,
    Break up your fallow ground; The sower is gone forth to sow,
  • 281.  
    Less worthy of applause, though more admired,
    Because a novelty, the work of man, Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ,
  • 282.  
    His master taken from his head,
    Elisha saw him go; And in desponding accents said,
  • 283.  
    Oh how I love Thy holy Word,
    Thy gracious covenant, O Lord! It guides me in the peaceful way;
  • 284.  
    Oh loved! but not enough--though dearer far
    Than self and its most loved enjoyments are; None duly loves thee, but who, nobly free
  • 285.  
    (Exodus, xvii.15)
    By whom was David taught
  • 286.  
    Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno
    Through all his grassy vale delights to hear, Base were, indeed, the wretch, who could forbear
  • 287.  
    Dear Joseph,-- five and twenty years ago--
    Alas! how time escapes -- 'tis even so!-- With frequent intercourse and always sweet
  • 288.  
    Art thou some individual of a kind
    Long-lived by nature as the rook or hind? Heap treasure, then, for if thy need be such,
  • 289.  
    The Lord receives his highest praise
    From humble minds and hearts sincere; While all the loud professor says
  • 290.  
    At length, my friend, the far-sent letters come,
    Charged with thy kindness, to their destin'd home, They come, at length, from Deva's Western side,
  • 291.  
    The Saviour hides His face;
    My spirit thirsts to prove Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace,
  • 292.  
    Sin has undone our wretched race;
    But Jesus has restored, And brought the sinner face to face
  • 293.  
    The beams of April, ere it goes,
    A worm, scarce visible, disclose; All winter long content to dwell
  • 294.  
    Forc'd from home and all its pleasures,
    Afric's coast I left forlorn; To increase a stranger's treasures,
  • 295.  
    Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace
    In this licentious day, And while they boast they see Thy face,
  • 296.  
    What various hindrances we meet
    In coming to a mercy seat! Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
  • 297.  
    Grant me the Muse, ye gods! whose humble flight
    Seeks not the mountain-top's pernicious height: Who can the tall Parnassian cliff forsake,
  • 298.  
    To those who love the Lord I speak;
    Is my Beloved near? The Bridegroom of my soul I seek,
  • 299.  
    My song shall bless the Lord of all,
    My praise shall climb to His abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
  • 300.  
    To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
    My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, up,
Total 532 poems written by William Cowper

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