There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
More William Cowper Quotes
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The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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All we behold is miracle.
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Would I describe a preacher, I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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Grief is itself a medicine.
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
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But oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
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Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
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And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
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Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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