Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
WILLIAM COWPERCeremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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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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Still ending, and beginning still.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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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,
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What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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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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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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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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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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