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 COWPERThey whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
More William Cowper Quotes
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The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
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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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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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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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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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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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