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England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.

William Cowper

Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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Harmony Heaven Love Religious Universal
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
Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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Admit Degrees Enslave Judgment Leave Pleasure
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.
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Air Brisk Ear Heart Martial Melt Mind Music Pease Pitch Soul Sound Sympathy
Grief is itself a medicine.
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Death Grief Itself Medicine Pain
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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Alast Best Blessing Enemy Forgiveness Friend Instance Life Neglect Remember
Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
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Bare Behind Blamer Brand Magisterial More Offense Own Satire Strip
War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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Game King Ply Subject War Wise
England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
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Country Fault Love May Mind Still
The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Alone Land Path Sadness Sorrow Unknown
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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Frowned Grace Judge Judging Lord Trust
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
An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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Both Goes Hand Idlers Useless Want Watches
Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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Daughter Eye Nature Send Sky Truth
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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Bitter Bud God Interpreter Olan Sweet Taste Unbelief Vain Will
After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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Abundant After Drought Fall Flower Herb Long Rain Rejoice

England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.

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