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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... heart , which lay torpid only be- cause their objects were too remote to roufe them . I cannot , therefore , inveft thee with authority , because I would not fubject my people to oppreffion ; and because I would not be compelled to ...
... heart , which lay torpid only be- cause their objects were too remote to roufe them . I cannot , therefore , inveft thee with authority , because I would not fubject my people to oppreffion ; and because I would not be compelled to ...
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... heart despise me , thou whom ex- perience has not taught , that it is mifery to lofe that which it is not happiness to poffefs . O ! that for me this leffon had not been written on the tablets of Providence ! I have travelled from ...
... heart despise me , thou whom ex- perience has not taught , that it is mifery to lofe that which it is not happiness to poffefs . O ! that for me this leffon had not been written on the tablets of Providence ! I have travelled from ...
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... heart was filled with a deep melancholy , to fee feveral dropping unexpectedly in the midft of mirth and jollity , and catching at every thing that stood by them , to fave themselves . Some were looking up towards the heav ens in a ...
... heart was filled with a deep melancholy , to fee feveral dropping unexpectedly in the midft of mirth and jollity , and catching at every thing that stood by them , to fave themselves . Some were looking up towards the heav ens in a ...
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... heart melted within me , to fee my fellow - creatures groaning under their refpective burdens , and to confider that ... hearts would break under thefe bundles of calamities , they could not perfuade themselves to caft them into the heap ...
... heart melted within me , to fee my fellow - creatures groaning under their refpective burdens , and to confider that ... hearts would break under thefe bundles of calamities , they could not perfuade themselves to caft them into the heap ...
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... heart , among- this collection of human miseries . There were likewise diftem . pers of all forts ; though I could not but obferve , that there were many more imaginary than real . One little- packet I could not but take notice of ...
... heart , among- this collection of human miseries . There were likewise diftem . pers of all forts ; though I could not but obferve , that there were many more imaginary than real . One little- packet I could not but take notice of ...
Términos y frases comunes
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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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.