Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
WILLIAM COWPERTrials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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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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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
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God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
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And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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