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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

William Cowper

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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Daughter Eye Nature Send Sky Truth
The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Alone Land Path Sadness Sorrow Unknown
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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Bosom Eggs Fatal Laid Made Nest Pleasure Remorse Scorpions
Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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Bliss Kissing Soul Tear Unseen Weep
If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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Attitude Despise Great Half Little One Resolution Shame Strong
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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Apealted Blest Blood Chill Each Hear Rude Rudely Supreme Theme Trifling
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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Ceaseless Corrosion Divide Joy Know May Passionate Temper
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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Around Cheer Close Fall Fire Shutter Sofa Stir
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
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.
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Atheist Base Bear Cross Earth Easter Only Slave
War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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Game King Ply Subject War Wise
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
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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Egg Fatal Laid Pleasure Regret Remorse
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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Frowned Grace Judge Judging Lord Trust
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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Good Grow Living Lying Quality Sanctuary Sick Solitude
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

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