Author: William Cowper

Cited by

• Len Deighton (1)
  • IN: Spy Story (1974) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
    FROM: The Task, (1785), Book, UK
• Julia Spencer-Fleming (1)
  • IN: A Fountain Filled With Blood (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains; And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day; And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away. Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away; And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more. Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more; Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more. E’er since, by faith, I was the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die. And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die; Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die. Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave. Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave; When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
    FROM: Conyer’s Collections of Psalms and Hymns, (1772), Book, US
• Lauren Baratz-Logsted (1)
  • IN: Falling for Prince Charles (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
    FROM: "Conversation", (1782), Poem, UK
• Mary Brunton (1)
  • IN: Self-control (1811) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: His warfare is within. There unfatigued His fervent spirit labours. There he fights, And there obtains fresh triumphs o’er himself, And never-withering wreaths, compared with which The laurels that a Cæsar reaps are weeds.
    FROM: The Task, (1785), Poem, UK
• Herman Melville (1)
  • IN: Moby-Dick (1851) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires, And rockets blew self driven, To hang their momentary fire Around the vault of heaven. So fire with water to compare, The ocean serves on high, Up-spouted by a whale in air, To express unwieldy joy.
    FROM: On the Queen's Visit to London, (1789), Poem, UK
• Elizabeth Thomas (3)
  • IN: Monte Video: or, The officer's wife and her sister: a novel (1809) Book, British
    EPIGRAPH: Peace follows virtue, as it's sure reward.
    FROM: The Progress of Error, (1782), Poem, UK