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.
WILLIAM COWPERNor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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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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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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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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The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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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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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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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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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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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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