Sequel to the English Reader, Or Elegant Selections in Prose and Poetry ...Lincoln & Edmands. Sold at their Bible warehouse, and theological and miscellaneous bookstore, no. 53 Cornhill, 1816 - 286 páginas |
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... Justice to the authors from whose writings the extracts were made , and regard to the credit of the present work , rendered the insertion of names indispensable . haps the best reafon that can be offered , in INTRODUCTION . CHAPTER III:
... Justice to the authors from whose writings the extracts were made , and regard to the credit of the present work , rendered the insertion of names indispensable . haps the best reafon that can be offered , in INTRODUCTION . CHAPTER III:
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... whose commiffion is from above . " Thefe words ftruck me dumb with astonishment , though I had fome doubt of their truth : but Almalic throwing back his garment , discovered the peculiarity of his vest , and put the royal fignet upon ...
... whose commiffion is from above . " Thefe words ftruck me dumb with astonishment , though I had fome doubt of their truth : but Almalic throwing back his garment , discovered the peculiarity of his vest , and put the royal fignet upon ...
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... whose life is one mournful alterna- tive of infenfibility and labour ? If thofe are not happy who poffefs in proportion as thofe are wretched who be- ftow , how vain a dream is the life of man ! And if there is , indeed , fuch ...
... whose life is one mournful alterna- tive of infenfibility and labour ? If thofe are not happy who poffefs in proportion as thofe are wretched who be- ftow , how vain a dream is the life of man ! And if there is , indeed , fuch ...
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... whose power I have freed you , is called SUPERSTITION the is the child of DISCONTENT , and her followers are FEAR and SORROW . Thus different as we are , fhe has often the infolence to affume my name and character ; and feduces unhappy ...
... whose power I have freed you , is called SUPERSTITION the is the child of DISCONTENT , and her followers are FEAR and SORROW . Thus different as we are , fhe has often the infolence to affume my name and character ; and feduces unhappy ...
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... whose goodness and truth engage him to make thofe happy who defire it of him ; and whofe unchangeableness will fecure for us this happiness to all eternity . Such confiderations , which every one fhould perpetually cherish in his ...
... whose goodness and truth engage him to make thofe happy who defire it of him ; and whofe unchangeableness will fecure for us this happiness to all eternity . Such confiderations , which every one fhould perpetually cherish in his ...
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Página 207 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Página 205 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
Página 201 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 205 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 226 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Página 204 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Página 206 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Página 199 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 208 - Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same.
Página 199 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.