William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
No tree in all the grove but has its charms,
Though each its hue peculiar.
No tree in all the grove but has its charms,
Though each its hue peculiar.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.
Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.
Variety's the very spice of life, that gives it all its flavor.
Variety's the very spice of life, that gives it all its flavor.
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known read more
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip,
And then skip down again, pronounce a text,
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The things that mount the rostrum with a skip,
And then skip down again, pronounce a text,
Cry hem; and reading what they never wrote
Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene!
Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,
And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,
And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.
