There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
WILLIAM COWPERI venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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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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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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The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
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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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All we behold is miracle.
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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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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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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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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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Remorse begets reform.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
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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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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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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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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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