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Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

William Cowper

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 COWPER

Know Memories Pain Peaceful Pleasure Poet Poetic Sweet
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.
WILLIAM COWPER

Air Brisk Ear Heart Martial Melt Mind Music Pease Pitch Soul Sound Sympathy
Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
WILLIAM COWPER

Flavor Giving Inspire Life Spice Variety
Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
WILLIAM COWPER

Console Pain Pleasure String Vices Virtue
Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
WILLIAM COWPER

Love Mercy Son Therefore
Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
WILLIAM COWPER

Fall Giving Great Men Office Talent
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.
WILLIAM COWPER

Cloud Courage Saint Head Much Shall
The still small voice is wanted.
WILLIAM COWPER

Still Voice Want Wanted
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
WILLIAM COWPER

Beach God Moving Mysterious Perform Wonder
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
WILLIAM COWPER

Cheer Column Cup Each Evening Preach Steamy Welcome
God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
WILLIAM COWPER

Devil God Honey Made Men Pride
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 COWPER

Accustom Fall Flower Man Rain Solitude
Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
WILLIAM COWPER

Art Baffle Claim Immortalize Painting Quench Time Tyrannic
This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
WILLIAM COWPER

Attachment Home Known Life Place Race Start
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
WILLIAM COWPER

Every Mistakes Reasoning Step Tread
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.
WILLIAM COWPER

Doctrine Hand Heart Life Man Pure Venerate

Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

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