O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
WILLIAM COWPERReasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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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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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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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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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
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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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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
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