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Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.
William Cowper
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William Cowper
Age: 68 †
Born: 1731
Born: November 26
Died: 1800
Died: April 25
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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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Religion, if in heavenly truths attired, Needs only to be seen to be admired.
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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Go, mark the matchless working of the power That shuts within the seed the future flower Bids these in elegance of form excel. In color these, and those delight the smell Sends nature forth, the daughter of the skies, To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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Did Charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade.
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Poor England! thou art a devoted deer, Beset with every ill but that of fear. The nations hunt all mock thee for a prey They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay.
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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Some men make gain a fountain, whence proceeds A stream of liberal and heroic deeds The swell of pity, not to be confined Within the scanty limits of the mind.
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How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at interval upon the ear In cadence sweet now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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