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... seemed that he had lived on a small an- nuity of two hundred a year , and had a thou , sand pounds in the hands of a London banker . This last he never once mentioned during his life - time , always representing himself as a per- son ...
... seemed that he had lived on a small an- nuity of two hundred a year , and had a thou , sand pounds in the hands of a London banker . This last he never once mentioned during his life - time , always representing himself as a per- son ...
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... seemed a common place book , for in the first few leaves I found only extracts from favourite authors ; among others these lines from an old book of emblems , by George Withers . if tempests were not , Such comforts could not by a calm ...
... seemed a common place book , for in the first few leaves I found only extracts from favourite authors ; among others these lines from an old book of emblems , by George Withers . if tempests were not , Such comforts could not by a calm ...
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... seemed formed to understand . They talked to each ― other as the melancholy talk . the offspring of a bleeding True sympathy , heart , will often heal its bleeding fellow . They grew less sad , serenely loved , and , without transports ...
... seemed formed to understand . They talked to each ― other as the melancholy talk . the offspring of a bleeding True sympathy , heart , will often heal its bleeding fellow . They grew less sad , serenely loved , and , without transports ...
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... seemed rising before him , as he spoke of the delight with which in early life he had traversed Italy , the isles of Greece , the Levant , the silent forsaken plains of Troy ; and of the unrivalled glorious grandeur of the site of ...
... seemed rising before him , as he spoke of the delight with which in early life he had traversed Italy , the isles of Greece , the Levant , the silent forsaken plains of Troy ; and of the unrivalled glorious grandeur of the site of ...
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... whose dark bosom lay a dismasted , ungovernable hull , seemed in the very act of breaking upon her , in its destroying strength . With a ready sympathy I had felt my eyes almost fill with tears as we parted ; yet soon 14 STORY OF A LIFE .
... whose dark bosom lay a dismasted , ungovernable hull , seemed in the very act of breaking upon her , in its destroying strength . With a ready sympathy I had felt my eyes almost fill with tears as we parted ; yet soon 14 STORY OF A LIFE .
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Page 332 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe...
Page 333 - O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Page 306 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 336 - Thou art, of what sort the eternal life of the saints was to be, which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive.
Page 77 - Which hales me downward, yet in my desire To that which is above me I aspire ; And all my best affections I profess To him that is the Sun of Righteousness.
Page 5 - Soon may there be heard in the cities of Judah, and in the streets of Jerusalem, the voice of joy and gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the jubilant voice of bridegrooms from their canopies, and of youths from their feasts of song. Blessed art thou, O Lord, who makest the bridegroom to rejoice with the bride.
Page 344 - What if some little pain the passage have, That makes frail flesh to fear the bitter wave? Is not short pain well borne, that brings long ease, And lays the soul to sleep in quiet grave? Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
Page 111 - The pirate is truly fond of women and wine, and when not engaged in robbing, keeps maddened with intoxicating liquors, and passes his time in debauchery, singing old songs with chorusses like "Drain, drain the bowl, each fearless soul, Let the world wag as it will: Let the heavens growl, let the devil howl, Drain, drain the deep bowl and fill.
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Page 148 - ... but, growing faint and weak, he closed the book, continuing, however, to hold it in his hands, with his eyes shut, and to press it with fervour and affection. I knelt by him, and read to him a chapter of St. John, and prayed : he joined faintly in the responses, and thanked me with great tenderness. Towards evening he said to me, in a very solemn tone, ' The forgetting of God is a great sin ; the cause of all others ; the cause of all woe and guilt. It has been mine.