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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.

William Cowper

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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Air Brisk Ear Heart Martial Melt Mind Music Pease Pitch Soul Sound Sympathy
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Pain Pleasure Poet Poetic Poetry
No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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Acceptance Found Thorns Traveler
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
…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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Evening Let Night Peaceful Welcome
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
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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Alarm Face House Sage Seen Solitude
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
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
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Every Mistakes Reasoning Step Tread
Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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Alive Assume Being Flayed Habit Strive
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
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
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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Devil Knee Prayer Saint Trembles Weakness
The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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Bear Fatigue Indolent Insupportable Poor Rich Think Thinking Weak
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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Lodge Solitude Some Successful War Wilderness
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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Feeble Grace Judging Lord People Person Sweet

In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.

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