Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
WILLIAM COWPERTo follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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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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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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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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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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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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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
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Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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