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 страници |
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... myself before him , but he prevented me . " Haffan , " faid he , " forbear : thou art greater than I ; and from thee I have at once derived humility and wif dom . " I answered , " Mock not thy fervant , who is but a worm before thee ...
... myself before him , but he prevented me . " Haffan , " faid he , " forbear : thou art greater than I ; and from thee I have at once derived humility and wif dom . " I answered , " Mock not thy fervant , who is but a worm before thee ...
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... myself at his feet , I laid my hand upon my head , and was fpeechlefs . " Haffan , " faid he , " what can't thou have loft , whofe wealth was the labour of thine own hand ; and what can have made thee fad , the fpring of whofe joy was ...
... myself at his feet , I laid my hand upon my head , and was fpeechlefs . " Haffan , " faid he , " what can't thou have loft , whofe wealth was the labour of thine own hand ; and what can have made thee fad , the fpring of whofe joy was ...
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... myself in the streets of Medina , indigent and friendless , exposed to hunger and derifion , with all the habits of luxury , and all the fenfibili- ty of pride . O ! let not thy heart despise me , thou whom ex- perience has not taught ...
... myself in the streets of Medina , indigent and friendless , exposed to hunger and derifion , with all the habits of luxury , and all the fenfibili- ty of pride . O ! let not thy heart despise me , thou whom ex- perience has not taught ...
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... myself , and offered up my morning devotions , I afcended the high hills of Bagdat , in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer . As I was here re- freshing myself on the tops of the mountains , I fell into a profound ...
... myself , and offered up my morning devotions , I afcended the high hills of Bagdat , in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer . As I was here re- freshing myself on the tops of the mountains , I fell into a profound ...
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... on trap - doors which did not feem to lie in their way , and which they might have escaped had they not been thus forced upon them . The genius feeing me indulge myself in this melancholy profpect CHAP . 1 . 15 Narrative Pieces .
... on trap - doors which did not feem to lie in their way , and which they might have escaped had they not been thus forced upon them . The genius feeing me indulge myself in this melancholy profpect CHAP . 1 . 15 Narrative Pieces .
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againſt alfo ASPASIO becauſe behold beſt bleffings bufy cheerfulneſs chriftian confider Coriolanus courfe defire diſcovered divine earth exiſtence eyes fafe faid fame fays fcene fecret feemed felf fenfe fentiments feveral fhade fhall fhould fide filent firſt fituation fleep fmile fociety fome fometimes foon forrow foul fpirit ftate ftill ftrength fubject fuccefs fuch fuffered fuperior fupport Grongar Hill Habit happineſs happy heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe human increaſe inftruction itſelf labour laft laſt leaſt lefs loft look Lord MARCUS AURELIUS mifery mind moft moſt mountain muft muſt myſelf nature nefs o'er obferved occafion paffed paffions perfons philofopher pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poffeffed praiſe prefent profpect purpoſe raiſed Reafon refignation reft religion rife Scythia Seged SERVIUS TULLIUS ſhall ſhe ſtate thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand univerfal uſeful Veturia virtue whofe wifdom Xerxes youth
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Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.