William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
The priest he merry is, and blithe
Three-quarters of a year,
But oh! it cuts him like read more
The priest he merry is, and blithe
Three-quarters of a year,
But oh! it cuts him like a scythe
When tithing time draws near.
But many a crime deemed innocent on earth
Is registered in Heaven; and these no doubt
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But many a crime deemed innocent on earth
Is registered in Heaven; and these no doubt
Have each their record, with a curse annex'd.
Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention.
Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention.
. . . thieves at home must hang; but he that puts
Into his overgorged and bloated purse
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. . . thieves at home must hang; but he that puts
Into his overgorged and bloated purse
The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes.
True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.
True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.
Detested sport,
That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
Detested sport,
That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.
Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.
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.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
I venerate the man whose heart is warm,
Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life,
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm,
Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life,
Coincident, exhibit lucid proof
That he is honest in the sacred cause.
