I crown thee king of intimate delights, _x000D_ Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness, _x000D_ And all the comforts that the lowly roof _x000D_ Of undisturb'd retirement, and the hours _x000D_ Of long uninterrupted ev'ning, know.
Interpretation
This quote expresses the joy and contentment found in simple, intimate moments at home.
In this quote, William Cowper beautifully illustrates the deep satisfaction and happiness that comes from the comforts of home and quiet moments shared in solitude or with loved ones. He highlights the value of intimate delights, such as cozy evenings by the fire and the peace that a simple, undisturbed life can bring, suggesting that true joy is often found in life's modest pleasures rather than in external grandeur.
In practice
In a conversation about the importance of home life, this quote could underscore the value of simple pleasures.
Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, the mere materials with which wisdom builds, till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears,_x000D_ _x000D_ Built as it has been in our waning years,_x000D_ _x000D_ A rest afforded to our weary feet,_x000D_ _x000D_ Preliminary to - the last retreat.
Strength may wield the ponderous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair result Of thought, the creature of a polished mind.
No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.
Even in the stifling bosom of the town,_x000D_ _x000D_ A garden, in which nothing thrives, has charms_x000D_ _x000D_ That soothes the rich possessor; much consol'd,_x000D_ _x000D_ That here and there some sprigs of mournful mint,_x000D_ _x000D_ Or nightshade, or valerian, grace the well_x000D_ _x000D_ He cultivates.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
The small things of life were often so much bigger than the great things . . . the trivial pleasure like cooking, one's home, little poems especially sad ones, solitary walks, funny things seen and overheard.
To be content with little is hard; to be content with much, impossible.
I say to consumers: instead of relying totally on critics, drink what you like and like what you drink.
You donβt need a reason to be happy...your desire to be so is sufficient.
I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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