The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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.
More William Cowper Quotes
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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Would I describe a preacher, I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
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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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Remorse begets reform.
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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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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The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
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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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