Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
WILLIAM COWPER- Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
More William Cowper Quotes
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O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
WILLIAM COWPERO solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
WILLIAM COWPERA heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
WILLIAM COWPERWhat peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
WILLIAM COWPERUnless a love of virtue light the flame,
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I 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.
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.
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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
WILLIAM COWPERWar’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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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. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
WILLIAM COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
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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.
WILLIAM COWPERI 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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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
WILLIAM COWPERAn idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
WILLIAM COWPERTo follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
WILLIAM COWPER[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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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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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
WILLIAM COWPERVariety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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