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.
WILLIAM COWPERThe only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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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 only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
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There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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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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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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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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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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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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