Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
WILLIAM COWPERKnowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
More William Cowper Quotes
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
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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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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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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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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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