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.
WILLIAM COWPERThe nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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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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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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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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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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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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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.
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But oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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