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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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Affection Black Dwell Hold Maintain Same Such
Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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Day Death Every Happier Look
This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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Attachment Home Known Life Place Race Start
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
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
The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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Begin Breathe Sight Spirit Upon World
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
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Empty Man Patriot Political Politics Stomach
After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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Abundant After Drought Fall Flower Herb Long Rain Rejoice
Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Affection Black Dwell Skin White
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Pain Pleasure Poet Poetic Poetry
Still ending, and beginning still.
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Beginning End Life Still
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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Carry Effect Further Get God Honor Impute Key Medicine Recovery Rob Say Well
Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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Pass Sound Swift Time Unsound Wing
When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Begin Church Leprosy Nation Perish Sin
War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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Game King Ply Subject War Wise
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.
WILLIAM COWPER

Alarm Face House Sage Seen Solitude

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