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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.

John Dryden

What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Brave Chance Man Subject
Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Fear Learning Lesson
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Believe Faith Grace Reward See Strength
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Care Destroy Happiness Man Thinking
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Appetite Digestion Quick Yourself
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Thinking Unknown Whistle
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Beware Man Patience
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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Age Empty Experience Known Start World
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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Absence Age Love Time
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Better Health Himself Man Work
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Fear Horrible Ourselves Silence Temptation

The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.

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