Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
WILLIAM COWPERI am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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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.
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He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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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.
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Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
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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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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
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Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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