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Страница 91 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Страница 58 - And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Страница 86 - I have set the LORD always before me : Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth : My flesh also shall rest in hope. For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell ; Neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou wilt shew me the path of life : In thy presence is fulness of joy ; At thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Страница 132 - WHO shall decide, when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me...
Страница 50 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Страница 169 - They mount up to the heaven; they go down again to the depths; their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits
Страница 91 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Страница 1 - Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise : II. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ?— But Thou canst read it there.
Страница 110 - ... every day, am very sensible of this want of method in the thoughts of my honest countrymen. There is not one dispute in ten which is managed in those schools of politics, where, after the three first sentences, the question is not entirely lost. Our disputants put me in mind of the scuttle-fish, that, when he is unable to extricate himself, blackens all the water about him until he becomes invisible. The man who does not know how to methodise his thoughts, has always, to borrow a phrase from...
Страница 14 - I passed this very moment by thy doors, And found them guarded by a troop of villains; " The sons of public rapine were destroying." They told me, by the sentence of the law They had commission to seize all thy fortune : Nay, more, Priuli's cruel hand had signed it. Here stood a ruffian, with a horrid face, Lording it o'er a pile of massy plate, Tumbled into a heap for public...

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