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 - Authors - 286 pages |
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... hours I found 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 ...
... hours I found 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 ...
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... hour , pulled the old gentleman by the beard , and had like to have knocked his brains out ; fo that meeting the true father , who came towards him with a fit of the gripes , he begged him to take his fon again , and give him back his ...
... hour , pulled the old gentleman by the beard , and had like to have knocked his brains out ; fo that meeting the true father , who came towards him with a fit of the gripes , he begged him to take his fon again , and give him back his ...
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... hour . The The heap was at last distributed among the two fexes , who made a moft pitecus fight , as they wandered up and down under the preffure of their feveral burdens . whole plain was filled with murmurs and complaints , groans and ...
... hour . The The heap was at last distributed among the two fexes , who made a moft pitecus fight , as they wandered up and down under the preffure of their feveral burdens . whole plain was filled with murmurs and complaints , groans and ...
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... hours to lamenta tion and wo . Mifery is the duty of all fublunary beings ; and every enjoyment is an offence to the Deity , who is to be worshipped only by the mortification of every sense of pleasure , and the everlafting exercife of ...
... hours to lamenta tion and wo . Mifery is the duty of all fublunary beings ; and every enjoyment is an offence to the Deity , who is to be worshipped only by the mortification of every sense of pleasure , and the everlafting exercife of ...
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... hour of death , he confiders the pains of his dissolution to be only the breaking down of that partition , which ftands betwixt his foul , and the fight of that Being who is always prefent with him , and is about to manifeft itself to ...
... hour of death , he confiders the pains of his dissolution to be only the breaking down of that partition , which ftands betwixt his foul , and the fight of that Being who is always prefent with him , and is about to manifeft itself to ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.