There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
WILLIAM COWPERTis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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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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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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Still ending, and beginning still.
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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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All we behold is miracle.
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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
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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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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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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 made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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