Sequel to the English Reader, Or Elegant Selections in Prose and Poetry ...Lincoln & Edmands. Sold at their Bible warehouse, and theological and miscellaneous bookstore, no. 53 Cornhill, 1816 - Всего страниц: 286 |
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... himself to the ground . " Son of affliction , " faid Omar , " who art thou , and what is thy diftrefs ? " " My name , " replied the stranger , " is Haffan , and I am a native of this city . The angel of adverfity has laid his hand upon ...
... himself to the ground . " Son of affliction , " faid Omar , " who art thou , and what is thy diftrefs ? " " My name , " replied the stranger , " is Haffan , and I am a native of this city . The angel of adverfity has laid his hand upon ...
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... himself . But he found me , not finging at my work , ruddy with health , vivid with cheerfulness ; but pale and dejected , fitting on the ground , and chewing opium , which contributed to substitute the phantoms of imagination for the ...
... himself . But he found me , not finging at my work , ruddy with health , vivid with cheerfulness ; but pale and dejected , fitting on the ground , and chewing opium , which contributed to substitute the phantoms of imagination for the ...
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... himself in the temple of the prophet . Peace dawned upon his mind , like the radiance of the morning ; he returned to his la- bour with cheerfulness ; his devotion became fervent and habitual ; and the latter days of Haffan were happier ...
... himself in the temple of the prophet . Peace dawned upon his mind , like the radiance of the morning ; he returned to his la- bour with cheerfulness ; his devotion became fervent and habitual ; and the latter days of Haffan were happier ...
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... more difagreeable than the old one . I made the fame ob- fervation on every other misfortune or calamity , which every one in the affembly brought upon himself , in 20 PART I. Sequel to the English Reader . The vifion of Almet,
... more difagreeable than the old one . I made the fame ob- fervation on every other misfortune or calamity , which every one in the affembly brought upon himself , in 20 PART I. Sequel to the English Reader . The vifion of Almet,
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... himself to approach thofe regions , in compari- fon of which the thorns and the flowers of this wilderness lofe their diftinction , and are both alike impotent to give pleasure or pain . + " What then has eternal Wisdom unequally ...
... himself to approach thofe regions , in compari- fon of which the thorns and the flowers of this wilderness lofe their diftinction , and are both alike impotent to give pleasure or pain . + " What then has eternal Wisdom unequally ...
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Стр. 207 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
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Стр. 201 - 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. 205 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
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Стр. 204 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Стр. 206 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Стр. 199 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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. 208 - Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same.
Стр. 199 - 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 : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.