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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.

William Cowper

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
WILLIAM COWPER

Audible Music Soul Sound Sympathy
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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Absence Death Despair Frustrate Love Miss Missing Severer
God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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Devil God Honey Made Men Pride
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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Alarm Face House Sage Seen Solitude
Still ending, and beginning still.
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Beginning End Life Still
The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
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Forbear Forgiving Happier Kindest Occasion Pair Pity Something
Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
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Fall Giving Great Men Office Talent
The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
WILLIAM COWPER

Atheist Base Bear Cross Earth Easter Only Slave
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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Creator Made Man Pride Self Worship
Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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Alone Flower Luster Perfume Weed Wisdom
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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Book Seldom Spell
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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Bitter Bud Flower Sweet Taste
Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
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Creep Event Exactly Please Sort
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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Humanity Journey Music Reach Speech Sweet
And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
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Cloud Courage Saint Head Much Shall
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
WILLIAM COWPER

Every Mistakes Reasoning Step Tread

This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.

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