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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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O 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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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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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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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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Cheer Column Cup Each Evening Preach Steamy Welcome

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