A Book for Spare Moments: The Urn and the PageJames Hogg, 1856 - 162 Seiten |
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... nature . Some teach me how to live , and others how to die . Some , by their vivacity , drive away my cares and exhilarate my spirits , while others give fortitude to my mind , and teach me the important lesson how to restrain my ...
... nature . Some teach me how to live , and others how to die . Some , by their vivacity , drive away my cares and exhilarate my spirits , while others give fortitude to my mind , and teach me the important lesson how to restrain my ...
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... Nature ? The Soul , when viewing the Prospects of Immortality , com- pared to the Prisoner Enlargel from a Dungeon The Adornment of Night Do Parents Think on the Evils of a Bad Education ? Temptation of Money The Inexpressible Pleasure ...
... Nature ? The Soul , when viewing the Prospects of Immortality , com- pared to the Prisoner Enlargel from a Dungeon The Adornment of Night Do Parents Think on the Evils of a Bad Education ? Temptation of Money The Inexpressible Pleasure ...
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... bright reign , And giver of unspeakable delight ! How nature triumphs at thy sight , And looks thanksgiving through her large domain : At thy approach the conscious trees Bend humbly to the 8 The Urn Winter Hymn to the Morning.
... bright reign , And giver of unspeakable delight ! How nature triumphs at thy sight , And looks thanksgiving through her large domain : At thy approach the conscious trees Bend humbly to the 8 The Urn Winter Hymn to the Morning.
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... nature's force , A stream diverted from its parent source ; A drop dissever'd from the boundless sea , A moment parted from eternity ; A pilgrim panting for a rest to come , An exile anxious for his native home . More . THE DEW AND THE ...
... nature's force , A stream diverted from its parent source ; A drop dissever'd from the boundless sea , A moment parted from eternity ; A pilgrim panting for a rest to come , An exile anxious for his native home . More . THE DEW AND THE ...
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... nature , exemplified in the most striking manner in the conduct of Him whom we all profess to follow . How wide the interval which separated his religious knowledge and at- tainments from that of his disciples ; he , the fountain of ...
... nature , exemplified in the most striking manner in the conduct of Him whom we all profess to follow . How wide the interval which separated his religious knowledge and at- tainments from that of his disciples ; he , the fountain of ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angels anger beauty behold bird Bishop blessed bliss body breath bright Christ Christianity church clouds conscience death deformity delight divine dost doth Drayton earth eternal eternal majesty eyes fair faith fear flower give glory God's grace hand happy hath hear hearers heart heaven heavenly Hee wyll Herbert Herrick holy honour hope IRRELIGION Jeremy Taylor journey's end king labour light LIP-LABOUR live lively colours Lord majesty man's memory mercy mind morning mortal nature nature's never ornainent ourselves ourselves to know pain Paraclete pleasure poor praise pray prayer preaching preter rejoice religion rich SABBATH Selden sense sermons shade Sir Philip Sydney Sir Thomas Wyatt sorrows soul Spenser spirit strong sweet Sweet day tears thee thine things Thomas Fuller Thomas Hudson thou hast thoughts tion true UNHAPPY DIVISION virtue weeping wherein wisdom wise
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 99 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Seite 120 - Yet even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearselike airs as carols ; and the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
Seite 47 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Seite 118 - 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 for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd...
Seite 102 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Seite 63 - God; and still, whilo a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till he shows a fair face and a full light, and then he shines one whole day, under a cloud often, and sometimes weeping great and little showers, and sets quickly. So is a man's reason and his life.
Seite 99 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : ' Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings ; It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 151 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Seite 79 - With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him.
Seite 90 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.