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.
WILLIAM COWPERCeremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. 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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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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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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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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Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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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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