How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.
WILLIAM COWPERPleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
More William Cowper Quotes
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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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.
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
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Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
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