An Essay on BashfulnessR. Armstrong, 1815 - 96 Seiten |
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... never deign to make a show of them , nor justify myself to a censorious world . It is God with whom I have to do . In devout retirement I will acquaint myself with thee . In a calm reflecting hour , he perceives that this is a diseased ...
... never deign to make a show of them , nor justify myself to a censorious world . It is God with whom I have to do . In devout retirement I will acquaint myself with thee . In a calm reflecting hour , he perceives that this is a diseased ...
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... never strong in the shame - faced , and is weakened by begun oblivion , " Also their love and their hatred " and their envy is now perished . " sense of independence grows as death ap- proaches ; what is there then to hope or to fear ...
... never strong in the shame - faced , and is weakened by begun oblivion , " Also their love and their hatred " and their envy is now perished . " sense of independence grows as death ap- proaches ; what is there then to hope or to fear ...
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... never grows , Renown is not the child of indolent repose * . Shame has involved me in the net of that soul - enfeebling wizard indolence . My tears have watered the seeds of emulation and am- bition , but I am not made to excel . To ...
... never grows , Renown is not the child of indolent repose * . Shame has involved me in the net of that soul - enfeebling wizard indolence . My tears have watered the seeds of emulation and am- bition , but I am not made to excel . To ...
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... never known another believer in Christianity of whose understand- ing they had any opinion . Read the story of Father Nicolas in the Lounger . Withdraw timely and resolutely from the enslaving power of love . Up - God has formed thee ...
... never known another believer in Christianity of whose understand- ing they had any opinion . Read the story of Father Nicolas in the Lounger . Withdraw timely and resolutely from the enslaving power of love . Up - God has formed thee ...
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... never know the source whence real grandeur springs . O lost to virtue , lost to sober thought , Lost to the noble sallies of the soul , Who think it solitude to be alone . A bashful reader loves these verses : they seem to justify his ...
... never know the source whence real grandeur springs . O lost to virtue , lost to sober thought , Lost to the noble sallies of the soul , Who think it solitude to be alone . A bashful reader loves these verses : they seem to justify his ...
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affection anger rises angry ARISTOTLE ashamed asso bashful blasphemy blushes censure character Christ Christian cial counsel decline desire despise devout diffidence disgrace display Doctor dread duties Enquire envious envy evil faith false shame fame fault fear feel Fenelon flatter foible foreknowledge forfeited give glory grave HAWICK heart honour hope humble humility ignorant imitation impudent indolent indulgence inquisition labour lives Lord Madam Marmontel meek ment Messiah mind modest native natural temper neglect ness never Nicodemus observed occasion old age painful passion peines Perturbation philosopher Pilate pleasure PLUTARCH poet praise preaching proverb pudore qu'elle qu'on quiet quire religion remorse retirement Rhetoric Richard Baxter ridicule Rousseau says Scrip scripsi secrets sense shamefaced Shenstone silence sinful sion Socrates solitude soul spect spirit talents taste tender thee thine things thou thought timidity tion truth unjust virtue wandering withdraw writings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 78 - So is the kingdom of God, as if a man should cast seed into the ground; and should sleep, and rise night and day, and the seed should spring and grow up, he knoweth not how.
Seite 44 - Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Seite 64 - For do I now persuade men, or God? or do I seek to please men? for if I yet pleased men. I should not be the servant of Christ.
Seite 49 - Men of retirement and speculation, who are apt to sit brooding at home over either grief or resentment, though they may often have more humanity, more generosity, and a nicer sense of honour, yet seldom possess that equality of temper which is so common among men of the world.
Seite 48 - He shall not strive, nor cry, neither shall any man hear his voice in the streets ; a bruised reed shall he not break, and smoking flax shall he not quench ; till he send forth judgment unto victory. And in his name shall the Gentiles trust.
Seite 59 - And after this, Joseph of Arimathea (being a disciple of Jesus, but secretly for fear of the Jews (besought Pilate that he might take away the body of Jesus: and Pilate gave him leave.
Seite 37 - And let that man be as the cities which the Lord overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear the cry in the morning, and the shouting at noontide...
Seite 59 - And there came also Nicodemus, (which at the first came to Jesus by night,) and brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about an hundred pound weight. Then took they the body of Jesus, and wound it in linen clothes with the spices, as the manner of the Jews is to bury.
Seite 71 - A woman, till five-and-thirty, is only looked upon as a raw girl, and can possibly make no noise in the world till about forty. I don't know what your ladyship may think of this matter; but 'tis a considerable comfort to me, to know there is upon earth such a paradise for old women ; and I am content to be insignificant at present, in the design of returning when I am fit to appear nowhere else.
Seite 33 - HAIL, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings. O Solitude ! the man who thee foregoes, When lucre lures him, or ambition stings, Shall never know the source whence real grandeur springs.