Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
WILLIAM COWPERElegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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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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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
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Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
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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 path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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