What did William Cowper mean by: Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss. - William Cowper Poet · England Copy
+ Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy. Feraz Zeid, August 13, 2023December 12, 2023, William Cowper, Ecstasy, Simplicity, Warm, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator. Feraz Zeid, July 10, 2023December 12, 2023, William Cowper, Pride, Self, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Authorship, Genius, Substitutes, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Hope, Tomorrow, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ A moral, sensible, and well-bred manWill not affront me, and no other can. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Courtesy, Manners, Moral, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word! Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Heavenly, Religion, Treasure, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Death, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Nurse, Sick, Sleep, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The mind grows narrow in proportion as the soul grows corrupt. Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
