William Cowper

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.

His frown was full of terror, and his voice
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe
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His frown was full of terror, and his voice
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe
As left him not, till penitence had won
Lost favor back again, and clos'd the breach.

How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
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How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
. . . .
Like Eden's dead probationary tree,
Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.

Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.

Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.

Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.

Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.