There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
WILLIAM COWPERRemorse begets reform.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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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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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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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,
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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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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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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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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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But oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
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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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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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