The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
WILLIAM COWPERThere is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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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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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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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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