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.
WILLIAM COWPERGrief is itself a medicine.
More William Cowper Quotes
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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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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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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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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Remorse begets reform.
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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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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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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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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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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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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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All we behold is miracle.
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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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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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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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