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Página 66 - It is come, I know not how, to be taken for granted, by many persons, that Christianity is not so much as a subject of inquiry , but that it is, now at length, discovered to be fictitious.
Página 11 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed...
Página 294 - The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made, For those who follow thee. 3 There if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God. 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays, Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Página 123 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by th
Página 397 - Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume, And we are weeds without it. All constraint, Except what wisdom lays on evil men, Is evil ; hurts the faculties, impedes Their progress in the road of science ; blinds The eyesight of discovery, and begets In those that suffer it a sordid mind Bestial, a meagre intellect, unfit To be the tenant of man's noble form.
Página 255 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright ; The screws reversed (a task which if He please God in a moment executes with ease) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till He tune them, all their power and use.
Página 376 - And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy...
Página 205 - That, reaching home, the night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And, made so welcome at their simple feast, He...