|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Cowper. (17311800) (continued)|
|With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave;|
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touchd within us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet!
| The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 1.|
| Here the heart|
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
| The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 85.|
| Knowledge is proud that he has learnd so much;|
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
| The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 96.|
| Some to the fascination of a name|
Surrender judgment hoodwinkd.
| The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 101.|
| I would not enter on my list of friends|
(Though graced with polishd manners and fine sense,
Yet wanting sensibility) the man
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
| The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 560.|
| An honest man, close-buttond to the chin,|
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
| Epistle to Joseph Hill.|
| Shine by the side of every path we tread|
With such a lustre, he that runs may read. 1
| Tirocinium. Line 79.|
| What peaceful hours I once enjoyd!|
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
| Walking with God.|
| And Satan trembles when he sees|
The weakest saint upon his knees.
| Exhortation to Prayer.|
Write the vision, and make it plain, upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.Habakkuk ii. 2.
He that runs may read.Alfred Tennyson: The Flower. [back]