Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Том 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... the higher faculties of the mind to which they are unaccus- tomed , and which they therefore decline with dis- gust . The active worldly man , on the other hand , who bounds his aims and desires to the acquisition of.
... the higher faculties of the mind to which they are unaccus- tomed , and which they therefore decline with dis- gust . The active worldly man , on the other hand , who bounds his aims and desires to the acquisition of.
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Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing. who bounds his aims and desires to the acquisition of wealth and power , -perceiving that the pursuit of these is not advanced , but rather moderated and checked , by the ingenuous discipline of the ...
Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing. who bounds his aims and desires to the acquisition of wealth and power , -perceiving that the pursuit of these is not advanced , but rather moderated and checked , by the ingenuous discipline of the ...
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... desire for its acceptableness with the public , attends the dismissal of this vo- lume from the press . It is hoped , that many wearied and distressed soldiers of the Cross will find here refreshing " honey upon the ground , " by which ...
... desire for its acceptableness with the public , attends the dismissal of this vo- lume from the press . It is hoped , that many wearied and distressed soldiers of the Cross will find here refreshing " honey upon the ground , " by which ...
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... desire To read my fault , and , wondering at my flame , To warm yourselves at my wide sparkling fire , Sith ' now that heat is quenched , quench my blame , And in her ashes shroud my dying shame ; For who my passed follies now pursues ...
... desire To read my fault , and , wondering at my flame , To warm yourselves at my wide sparkling fire , Sith ' now that heat is quenched , quench my blame , And in her ashes shroud my dying shame ; For who my passed follies now pursues ...
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... desire Of his dear self , that shall thy feeble brest Inflame with love , and set thee all on fire With burning zeale , through every part entire , That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight , But in his sweet and amiable sight ...
... desire Of his dear self , that shall thy feeble brest Inflame with love , and set thee all on fire With burning zeale , through every part entire , That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight , But in his sweet and amiable sight ...
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Стр. 321 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Стр. 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Стр. 315 - It was the winter wild While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Стр. 253 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, 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.
Стр. 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Стр. 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Стр. 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Стр. 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Стр. 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Стр. 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.