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Content hangs not so high but that a man on the ground may reach it.
Eliza Cook
There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.
Eliza Cook
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start when memory plays an old tune on the heart
Eliza Cook
Glory is so enchanting that we love whatever we associate with it even though it be death.
Eliza Cook
The most mischievous liars are those who keep on the verge of truth.
Eliza Cook
Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man.
Eliza Cook
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
Eliza Cook
No gold glitters like that which is our own.
Eliza Cook
Christianity is the oxygen of the moral world.
Eliza Cook
Cruelty constitutes the greatest moral distance at which an intelligent creature can be removed from a God of forbearance and mercy.
Eliza Cook
The pains of life serve by contrast to multiply enjoyment they constitute the foil which sets off and heightens the flashing brightness of the gem.
Eliza Cook
Who would not rather trust and be deceived?
Eliza Cook
That charity which longs to publish itself ceases to be charity.
Eliza Cook
The minds of scholars are libraries; those of antiquaries, lumber-rooms; those of sportsmen, kennels; those of epicures, larders and cellars.
Eliza Cook
Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down?
Eliza Cook