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.
WILLIAM COWPERNo traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
More William Cowper Quotes
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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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.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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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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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
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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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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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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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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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