Interesting Anecdotes, Memoirs, Allegories, Essays, and Poetical Fragments;: Tending to Amuse the Fancy, and Inculcate MoralityT.N. Longman, 1796 - Anecdotes |
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... death itself awakes ? Canft thou , O partial Sleep , give thy repofe To the wet fea - boy in an hour fo rude ; And , in the calmeft and the stillest night , With all appliances and means to boot , Deny it to a King ? Then , happy low ...
... death itself awakes ? Canft thou , O partial Sleep , give thy repofe To the wet fea - boy in an hour fo rude ; And , in the calmeft and the stillest night , With all appliances and means to boot , Deny it to a King ? Then , happy low ...
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... death . XIV . Ever carry about with you fuch a fenfe of the uncertainty of every thing in this life , and of life itself , as to put nothing off till to - morrow , which you can conveniently do to - day . Dilatory perfons are frequently ...
... death . XIV . Ever carry about with you fuch a fenfe of the uncertainty of every thing in this life , and of life itself , as to put nothing off till to - morrow , which you can conveniently do to - day . Dilatory perfons are frequently ...
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... a voluntary confeffion , and fought for a refuge from the torments of confcience in death . What a leffon for all men to keep a con- fcience void of offence ! D FRIEND- H • A FRIENDSHIP . AN ALLEGORY . Rich merchant had a ( 17 ) ...
... a voluntary confeffion , and fought for a refuge from the torments of confcience in death . What a leffon for all men to keep a con- fcience void of offence ! D FRIEND- H • A FRIENDSHIP . AN ALLEGORY . Rich merchant had a ( 17 ) ...
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... death only can rob us of a friend , as it does of ourfelves ; it is the only advantage that no human power can deprive us of . Find but one friend in the courfe of your life , and you will find the first and greatest of all bleffings ...
... death only can rob us of a friend , as it does of ourfelves ; it is the only advantage that no human power can deprive us of . Find but one friend in the courfe of your life , and you will find the first and greatest of all bleffings ...
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... death ; ftrict enquiry will be made ; and as our friendship is publicly known , they will begin with my houfe : it will avail you nothing to involve me in your mishap : the only fervice I can render you is to keep your fecret . " The ...
... death ; ftrict enquiry will be made ; and as our friendship is publicly known , they will begin with my houfe : it will avail you nothing to involve me in your mishap : the only fervice I can render you is to keep your fecret . " The ...
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Page 193 - I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it ; and upon...
Page 93 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 8 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 194 - There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
Page 93 - Join voices all ye living souls: Ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Page 8 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 191 - Surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream. Whilst I was thus musing, I cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the habit of a shepherd, with a little musical instrument in his hand.
Page 195 - Upon looking up, What mean, said I, those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time ? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cormorants, and among many other feathered creatures several little winged boys, that perch in great numbers upon the middle arches.
Page 92 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 223 - The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say. Sister spirit, come away.