What did William Cowper mean by: The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. - William Cowper Poet · England Copy
+ Man on the dubious waves of error toss’d. Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 12, 2023, William Cowper, Dubious, Errors, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Truth, Weed, Wisdom, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ A moral, sensible, and well-bred manWill not affront me, and no other can. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Courtesy, Manners, Moral, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Bud, Flower, Sweet, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Alive, Habit, Strive, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow? Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Flow, Tears, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Tears, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
+ Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Cowper, Inspiration, 0 - William Cowper Poet · England
Most men spend the first half of their lives making the second half miserable. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Without art, without communicating, we wouldn’t live beyond 30 because we’d be so sad and depressed. - Wayne Coyne Musician · USA
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
You forget that the fruits belong to all and that the land belongs to no one. Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
We are all connected to the ocean. Without healthy oceans, no life, not even on land, can exist. - Jean-Michel Cousteau Oceanographer · France
Love’s pleasure lasts but a moment; love’s sorrow lasts all through life. - Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian Poet · France
