The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
WILLIAM COWPERO solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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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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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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Still ending, and beginning still.
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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
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The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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I am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
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Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
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Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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