God Moves In A Mysterious Way (by: William Cowper (1731 - 1800)) God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. continue reading
Lines Written During A Period Of Insanity (by: William Cowper (1731 - 1800)) Hatred and vengence -my eternal portion Scarce can endure delay of execution Wait with impatient readiness to seize my Soul in a moment. continue reading
Poplar Field, The (by: William Cowper (1731 - 1800)) The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. continue reading
To Mary (by: William Cowper (1731 - 1800)) The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast; Ah would that this might be the last! My Mary! continue reading
