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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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Address Anxious Become Change Conscious Feed Gesture Grace Guilt Impressed Messenger Much Tender
When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Begin Church Leprosy Nation Perish Sin
Grief is itself a medicine.
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Death Grief Itself Medicine Pain
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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Bitter Bud Flower Sweet Taste
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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Absence Inspirational Motivational Proof Suicide
While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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Depend Eternal Friend Hardly Single Thing Truth
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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Absence Death Despair Frustrate Love Miss Missing Severer
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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Another Detect Hunting Owe Pain Sport
The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
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Atheist Base Bear Cross Earth Easter Only Slave
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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Garden Gardening Greenhouses Love
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
WILLIAM COWPER

Air Brisk Ear Heart Martial Melt Mind Music Pease Pitch Soul Sound Sympathy
What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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Know Memories Pain Peaceful Pleasure Poet Poetic Sweet
Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
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Bosom Eggs Fatal Laid Made Nest Pleasure Remorse Scorpions
Would I describe a preacher, I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
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Doctrine Grace Language Men Plain Simple Sincere
He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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Both Fifty Litle No Other Purpose View World
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Pain Pleasure Poet Poetic Poetry

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