Hyacinthe; or, The contrast, by the authoress of 'Alice Seymour'. By mrs. Grey

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Seite 54 - Implore His aid, in His decisions rest, Secure whate'er He gives, He gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours...
Seite 161 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Seite 206 - The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, 0 God, Thou wilt not despise.
Seite 46 - What is our duty here?— To tend From good to better — thence to best : Grateful to drink life's cup,— then bend Unmurmuring to our bed of rest ; To pluck the flowers that round us blow, Scattering their fragrance as we go.
Seite 182 - with whom there is fulness of joy, and at whose right hand are pleasures for evermore.
Seite 43 - Then will you pity, in others, those infirmities, which you have conquered in yourself; and will think yourself as much bound to assist, by your...
Seite 1 - O friendly to the best pursuits of man, Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace...
Seite 197 - Marks the young dawn of every virtuous aim, And fans the smoking flax into a flame. His ears are open to the softest cry, His grace descends to meet the lifted eye ; He reads the language of a silent tear, And sighs are incense from a heart sincere.
Seite 148 - CHARITY ! our helpless nature's pride, Thou friend to him who knows no friend beside, Is there in morning's breath, or the sweet gale That steals o'er the tired pilgrim of the vale, Cheering with fragrance fresh his weary frame, Aught like the incense of thy...
Seite 69 - Of this so lovely world! But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation ; which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah! thou hast fled! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i...

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