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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

William Cowper

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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Country Fault Love May Mind Still
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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Bitter Bud God Interpreter Olan Sweet Taste Unbelief Vain Will
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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Accustom Fall Flower Man Rain Solitude
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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Beach God Moving Mysterious Perform Wonder
But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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Ease Mean Modesty Please Press Remember Still
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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Forbear Forgiving Happier Kindest Occasion Pair Pity Something
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
I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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Alone Door Every Forsaken Hera Lion Loneliness Mercy One Shut
What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
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Anniversary Delightful Friendship Life Love Marriage Wife
God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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Devil God Honey Made Men Pride
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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Courage Failure Move Moving Mysterious Perform
Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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Air Flame Light Love Unless
All we behold is miracle.
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All Behold Miracle
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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Attitude Despise Great Half Little One Resolution Shame Strong
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
The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
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Ever Haughtiness Most Pride Proud Provoked

There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

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