And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
WILLIAM COWPERDeep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
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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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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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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.
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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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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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I 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.
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