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What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

William Cowper, Robert Southey (1854). “The Works: Comprising His Poems, Correspondence and Translations : in Eight Volumes. ¬The poetical works, Vol. 1”, p.41

I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.

William Cowper, John William Cunningham, William Hayley (1835). “The Life and Works of William Cowper: His life and letters by William Hayley. Now first completed by the introduction of Cowper's private correspondence”, p.391

All we behold is miracle.

William Cowper, James Sambrook (2016). “William Cowper: The Task and Selected Other Poems”, p.200, Routledge

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

William Cowper, Robert Southey (1837). “Life and Works, by Robert Southey. - London, Baldwin and Crodok 1835-1837”, p.112

Still ending, and beginning still.

William Cowper (1849). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Cowper, Esq., Including the Copyright Poems, with a Life of the Author, from the Edition of Robert Southey”, p.222

Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.

William Cowper, “The Task: Book Vi. -- The Winter Walk At Noon”

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

'The Task' (1785) bk. 3 'The Garden' l. 326 (on hunting)

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.

'The Task' (1785) bk. 5 'The Winter Morning Walk' l. 187

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

William Cowper (1822). “The poems of William Cowper”, p.136

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

William Cowper (1874). “The poetical works of William Cowper, ed: with notes and biographical introd. by William Benham”, p.34

This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life's long race, Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.

William Cowper (1855). “The complete poetical works of William Cowper, with life and critical notice of his writings”, p.224

There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

'The Task' (1785) bk. 2 'The Timepiece' l. 285

Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.

William Cowper (1851). “The Works of William Cowper: His Life, Letters, and Poems. Now First Completed by the Introduction of Cowper's Private Correspondence”, p.713

Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.

William Cowper (1824). “Poems of William Cowper, Esq”, p.75

Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.

William Cowper (1854). “The Poetical Works of William Cowper”, p.143

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

William Cowper (1872). “The poetical works of William Cowper: Complete ed., with memoir, explanatory notes etc”, p.208

Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, Unsoil'd, and swift, and of a silken sound.

William Cowper (1824). “Poems of William Cowper, Esq”, p.236

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

William Cowper (1835). “The Works of William Cowper: Table talk. The task. Tirocinium; or, A review of schools. Miscellaneous poems”, p.316

Absence of occupation is not rest.

William Cowper (1872). “The poetical works of William Cowper: Complete ed., with memoir, explanatory notes etc”, p.207

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

William Cowper (1845). “The Poetical Works of William Cowper”, p.1

Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die

William Cowper (1857). “The Poetical Works of William Cowper: With a Memoir of the Author”, p.124