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Did Charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.
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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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Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
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All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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To see the Law by Christ fulfilled, And hear His pardoning voice Changes a slave into a child, And duty into choice.
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No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.
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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
William Cowper
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Dejection of spirits, which may have prevented many a man from becoming an author, made me one. I find constant employment necessary, and therefore take care to be constantly employed. . . . When I can find no other occupation, I think; and when I think, I am very apt to do it in rhyme.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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Man in society is like a flow'r, Blown in its native bed. 'Tis there alone His faculties expanded in full bloom Shine out, there only reach their proper use.
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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Philologists, who chase A painting syllable through time and space Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's Ark.
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We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.
William Cowper
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Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.
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When I thinkof my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life's long race, Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.
William Cowper
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That good diffused may more abundant grow.
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Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
William Cowper