All we behold is miracle.
WILLIAM COWPERWhat is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
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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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Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
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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 impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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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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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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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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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.
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