William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
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.
The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws
With magic wand. So potent is the spell,
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The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws
With magic wand. So potent is the spell,
That none decoy'd into that fatal ring,
Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace, escape.
There we grow early gray, but never wise.
I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd,--
"How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude."
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I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd,--
"How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude."
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper--Solitude is sweet.
For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere read more
For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
When admirals extoll'd for standing still,
Of doing nothing with a deal of skill.
When admirals extoll'd for standing still,
Of doing nothing with a deal of skill.
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.
Words pregnant with celestial fire.
Words pregnant with celestial fire.
