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 COWPERO Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
More William Cowper Quotes
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A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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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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Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
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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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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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Some people are more nice than wise.
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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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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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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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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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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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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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We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
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