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Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!
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I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
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Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts. If a thing loves, it is infinite.
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Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.
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The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
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That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians.
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O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
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Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief s.
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Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity.
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A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
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Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings.
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Mysteries are not to be solved. They eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.
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The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.
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Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent.
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Innocence dwells with Wisdom, but never with ignorance.
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When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree.
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I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.
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Poetry fettered fetters the human race.
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To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.
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The cut worm forgives the plow.
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Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave.
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Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom.
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You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
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One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.