William Cowper

Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse,
But talking is not always to converse,
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Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse,
But talking is not always to converse,
Not more distinct from harmony divine
The constant creaking of a country sign.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting

An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
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Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.