I 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.
WILLIAM COWPERI will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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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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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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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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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Grief is itself a medicine.
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England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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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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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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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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