After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
WILLIAM COWPERNow 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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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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Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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I am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Still ending, and beginning still.
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Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
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The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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