Interesting Anecdotes, Memoirs, Allegories, Essays, and Poetical Fragments;: Tending to Amuse the Fancy, and Inculcate MoralityT.N. Longman, 1796 |
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... hope dwell much in these ferene regions ; live as a ftran- ger here on earth , but as a citizen of heaven , if you will maintain a foul at ease . XIII . Since in many things we offend all , and there is not a day paffes which is ...
... hope dwell much in these ferene regions ; live as a ftran- ger here on earth , but as a citizen of heaven , if you will maintain a foul at ease . XIII . Since in many things we offend all , and there is not a day paffes which is ...
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... Hope , who was the conflant affociate on the voyage of life . Yet all that Hope ventured to promife , even to thofe whom the favoured moft , was , not that they fhould efcape , but that they fhould fink laft ; and with this promife ...
... Hope , who was the conflant affociate on the voyage of life . Yet all that Hope ventured to promife , even to thofe whom the favoured moft , was , not that they fhould efcape , but that they fhould fink laft ; and with this promife ...
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... Hope herself could flatter with fuccefs . As I was looking upon the various fate of the multitude about me , I was fuddenly alarmed with an admonition from fome unknown Power , " Gaze not idly upon others , when thou thyfelf art fink ...
... Hope herself could flatter with fuccefs . As I was looking upon the various fate of the multitude about me , I was fuddenly alarmed with an admonition from fome unknown Power , " Gaze not idly upon others , when thou thyfelf art fink ...
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... hope , Thy liberal hands bestow . The friends whofe charity provides This refuge where to flee , From want , from ignorance , and vice , Were raised up by thee . To Thee we owe the full fupply , Which by their hands is given ; To make ...
... hope , Thy liberal hands bestow . The friends whofe charity provides This refuge where to flee , From want , from ignorance , and vice , Were raised up by thee . To Thee we owe the full fupply , Which by their hands is given ; To make ...
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... hope , which floats in the void , unlefs crufhed by a clofe examination . But it is furely ftrange , that beings of ftrong intel- ligence and vigorous views of futurity , fhould be kept quiet , and prevented from ftarting , by fo thin a ...
... hope , which floats in the void , unlefs crufhed by a clofe examination . But it is furely ftrange , that beings of ftrong intel- ligence and vigorous views of futurity , fhould be kept quiet , and prevented from ftarting , by fo thin a ...
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Página 193 - I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it ; and upon...
Página 93 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Página 8 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 194 - There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
Página 93 - Join voices all ye living souls: Ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Página 8 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 191 - Surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream. Whilst I was thus musing, I cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the habit of a shepherd, with a little musical instrument in his hand.
Página 195 - Upon looking up, What mean, said I, those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time ? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cormorants, and among many other feathered creatures several little winged boys, that perch in great numbers upon the middle arches.
Página 92 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 223 - The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say. Sister spirit, come away.