The speaker, or Miscellaneous pieces, selected from the best English writers. To which is prefixed An essay on elocution, by W. Enfield |
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... patriot's tear Starts from thine eye , and thy extended arm In fancy hurls the
thunderbolt of Jove To fire the impious wreath on Philip's brow , Or dash Octavius
from the trophied car ; Say , does thy secret soul repine to taste The big distress ?
... patriot's tear Starts from thine eye , and thy extended arm In fancy hurls the
thunderbolt of Jove To fire the impious wreath on Philip's brow , Or dash Octavius
from the trophied car ; Say , does thy secret soul repine to taste The big distress ?
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CHA P. I V. On the Immortality of the Soul . AMONG MONG other excellent
arguments for the immortality of the soul , there is one drawn from the perpetual
progress of the soul to its perfection. from ence , 120 ARGUMENTATIVE PIECES
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CHA P. I V. On the Immortality of the Soul . AMONG MONG other excellent
arguments for the immortality of the soul , there is one drawn from the perpetual
progress of the soul to its perfection. from ence , 120 ARGUMENTATIVE PIECES
.
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Methinks this single consideration , of the progress of a finite spirit to perfection ,
will be sufficient to extinguish all envy in inferior natures , and all contempt in
superior . That cherub which now appears as a god to a human soul knows very
well ...
Methinks this single consideration , of the progress of a finite spirit to perfection ,
will be sufficient to extinguish all envy in inferior natures , and all contempt in
superior . That cherub which now appears as a god to a human soul knows very
well ...
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O then began the tempest to my soul ! I pass'd , inethought , the melancholy flood
, With that grim ferryman which poets write of , Unto the kingilom of perpetual
Night . The first that there did greet my siranger - soul , Was my great father - in ...
O then began the tempest to my soul ! I pass'd , inethought , the melancholy flood
, With that grim ferryman which poets write of , Unto the kingilom of perpetual
Night . The first that there did greet my siranger - soul , Was my great father - in ...
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The soul , secur'd in her existence , smiles At the drawn dagger , and defies its
point : The stars shall fade away , the sun himself Grow dim with age , and nature
sink in years ; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the war of ...
The soul , secur'd in her existence , smiles At the drawn dagger , and defies its
point : The stars shall fade away , the sun himself Grow dim with age , and nature
sink in years ; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the war of ...
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