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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.

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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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Still ending, and beginning still.
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Beginning End Life Still
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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No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
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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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Grief is itself a medicine.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
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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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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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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
I 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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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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Authorship Genius Manner Sense Substitutes
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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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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Behind Face Frowning Grace Hide Judge Lord Providence Sense
Absence of occupation is not rest.
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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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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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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 darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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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. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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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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