Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
WILLIAM COWPERO Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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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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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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…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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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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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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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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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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The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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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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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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What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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