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.
WILLIAM COWPERThere 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.
WILLIAM COWPERRemorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
WILLIAM COWPERHe that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
WILLIAM COWPERBuilt God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
WILLIAM COWPERSome people are more nice than wise.
WILLIAM COWPERSatan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
WILLIAM COWPERNo traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
WILLIAM COWPERTis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
WILLIAM COWPERThe only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
WILLIAM COWPERIt chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
WILLIAM COWPERPride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
WILLIAM COWPEROh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
WILLIAM COWPERPleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
WILLIAM COWPERThe proud are ever most provoked by pride.
WILLIAM COWPERO Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
WILLIAM COWPER