More from William Cowper

  1. 'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
  2. With spots quadrangular of diamond form, Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.
  3. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn T…
  4. Silently as a dream the fabric rose - No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
  5. So manifold, all pleasing in their kind, All healthful, are the employs of rural life, Reiterated as the wheel of time, Runs round; still e…
  6. But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
  7. Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
  8. The still small voice is wanted.

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