The Moral Miscellany: Or, a Collection of Select Pieces, in Prose and Verse. For the Instruction and Entertainment of YouthT. Cadell, 1773 - Всего страниц: 376 |
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... HOPE and Joy . That monfter from whose power I have freed you is called SUPERSTITION , " he is the child of DISCONTENT , and her followers 66 are FEAR and SORROW . Thus different as we are , " fhe has often the infolence to affume my ...
... HOPE and Joy . That monfter from whose power I have freed you is called SUPERSTITION , " he is the child of DISCONTENT , and her followers 66 are FEAR and SORROW . Thus different as we are , " fhe has often the infolence to affume my ...
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... the paffions in motion , or to have excited either hope or fear , or zeal or ma- lignity , fufficient to induce any man to put his repu- tation in hazard , however little he might value it tation THE MORAL MISCELLANY . 71.
... the paffions in motion , or to have excited either hope or fear , or zeal or ma- lignity , fufficient to induce any man to put his repu- tation in hazard , however little he might value it tation THE MORAL MISCELLANY . 71.
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... hope of gain , or defire of mischief , can prompt one man to affert , another is by reafons equally cogent incited to refute . But vanity pleases herself with fuch flight gratifications , and looks forward to pleasure fo remotely ...
... hope of gain , or defire of mischief , can prompt one man to affert , another is by reafons equally cogent incited to refute . But vanity pleases herself with fuch flight gratifications , and looks forward to pleasure fo remotely ...
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... hope of immortality ; that he is now feeking felicity which he can never find , and incurring punith- ment that will laft for ever . And how much better than this wretch is he , in whom the contemplation of his condition can excite no ...
... hope of immortality ; that he is now feeking felicity which he can never find , and incurring punith- ment that will laft for ever . And how much better than this wretch is he , in whom the contemplation of his condition can excite no ...
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... hope ! the thought whereof turns the very imperfections of our nature into occafions of comfort and joy . But what confolation is left to the man who hath no hope or profpect of thefe things ? View him in that part of life when the ...
... hope ! the thought whereof turns the very imperfections of our nature into occafions of comfort and joy . But what confolation is left to the man who hath no hope or profpect of thefe things ? View him in that part of life when the ...
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Стр. 127 - And I have also given thee that which thou hast not asked, both riches and honour, so that there shall not be any among the kings like unto thee all thy days. And if thou wilt walk in my ways, to keep my statutes and my commandments, as thy father David did walk, then I will lengthen thy days.
Стр. 344 - 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.
Стр. 168 - ... them into the tide, and immediately disappeared. These hidden pitfalls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud, but many of them fell into them. They grew thinner towards the middle, but multiplied and lay closer together towards the end of the arches that were entire.
Стр. 13 - I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) such an one caught up to the third heaven.
Стр. 127 - Give therefore thy servant an understanding heart to judge thy people, that I may discern between good and bad : for who is able to judge this thy so great a people ? And the speech pleased the Lord, that Solomon had asked this thing.
Стр. 346 - 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.
Стр. 344 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 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...
Стр. 346 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 344 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.