William Cowper Quotes

The darkest day if you live till tomorrow will have past away.

Still ending, and beginning still!

Grief is itself a medicine.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

Their tameness is shocking to me.

Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife,
His only answer was, a blameless life.

The good we never miss we rarely prize

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

If the world like it not, so much the worse for them.

The tide of life, swift always in its course,
May run in cities with a brisker force,
But nowhere with a current so serene,
Or half so clear, as in the rural scene.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.