Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
WILLIAM COWPERTime, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
More William Cowper Quotes
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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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.
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
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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;
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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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.
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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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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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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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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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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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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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