Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
WILLIAM COWPERPleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
WILLIAM COWPERBlest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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 COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
WILLIAM COWPERThey whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
WILLIAM COWPERO 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.
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 COWPERMan may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
WILLIAM COWPERThrows up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
WILLIAM COWPERAbsence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
WILLIAM COWPERHeaven’s harmony is universal love.
WILLIAM COWPERIt chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
WILLIAM COWPERYe therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
WILLIAM COWPERThe darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
WILLIAM COWPERNor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
WILLIAM COWPERThe proud are ever most provoked by pride.
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