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... of endless joy ! Whose frame , nor force , nor time , can e'er destroy ,, But shall fubfift , when nature claims my breath , And bid defiance to the power of death , The To realms of blifs , with active freedom foar , ( 2 )
... of endless joy ! Whose frame , nor force , nor time , can e'er destroy ,, But shall fubfift , when nature claims my breath , And bid defiance to the power of death , The To realms of blifs , with active freedom foar , ( 2 )
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... death , with joy furvey The op'ning fplendors of eternal day . PRIDE hides a man's faults from himself , and mag- nifies them to others . " THERE is nothing ( fays Plato ) fo delightful , as the hearing or fpeaking of truth . " For this ...
... death , with joy furvey The op'ning fplendors of eternal day . PRIDE hides a man's faults from himself , and mag- nifies them to others . " THERE is nothing ( fays Plato ) fo delightful , as the hearing or fpeaking of truth . " For this ...
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... DEATH feems to enter a cottage only as a gentle deliverer from the miferies of human life ; but into courts and the feats of grandeur , with infult and terror . Τα languish under a gilded canopy , to expire on soft and downy pillows ...
... DEATH feems to enter a cottage only as a gentle deliverer from the miferies of human life ; but into courts and the feats of grandeur , with infult and terror . Τα languish under a gilded canopy , to expire on soft and downy pillows ...
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... death . Epitaph upon Epictetus , the Stoic Philofopher . " EPICTETUS , who lies here , was a flave and " a cripple ; poor as the beggar in the proverb , and the " favourite of Heaven . " In In this diftich is comprized the nobleft ...
... death . Epitaph upon Epictetus , the Stoic Philofopher . " EPICTETUS , who lies here , was a flave and " a cripple ; poor as the beggar in the proverb , and the " favourite of Heaven . " In In this diftich is comprized the nobleft ...
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... , either in our pursuits or our prayers , left what we endeavour , or afk too violently , for our intereft , fhould be granted us by Providence only in order to our ruin . Concluding Concluding Stanzas of an Elegy on the Death of a ( 19 )
... , either in our pursuits or our prayers , left what we endeavour , or afk too violently , for our intereft , fhould be granted us by Providence only in order to our ruin . Concluding Concluding Stanzas of an Elegy on the Death of a ( 19 )
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afflictions beauty becauſe beft beſt bleffings bleft blifs breaſt charms Chriftian confcience courfe death defire divine earth eternal ev'ry facred fafe fame fcenes fear feek feems fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhould figh filent fincere firft fkies fleep fmiles foft fome foon forrow foul fpirit fpring ftate ftill fuch fuffer fure fweet give glory grace happineſs happy hath heart Heav'n himſelf honour hope human humble increaſe itſelf juft labour laft lefs live loft Lord mercy mifery mind moft moſt muft muſt nature never o'er obferve ourſelves paffions pain peace perfon pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poffefs pow'r praiſe prefent pride purpoſe reafon refign reft religion rich rife ſcene ſhall ſkies ſky ſpeak ſtate thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thought thro uſeful virtue whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh youth
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Page 170 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 22 - Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store.
Page 141 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n.
Page 169 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Page 51 - O thou bounteous giver of all good, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown ! Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor ; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
Page 158 - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.
Page 168 - If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.
Page 120 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Page 191 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Page 157 - IT is of the last importance to season the passions of a child with devotion, which seldom dies in a mind that has received an early tincture of it. Though it may seem extinguished for a while by the cares of the world, the heats of youth, or the allurements of vice, it generally breaks out and discovers itself again as soon as discretion, consideration, age, or misfortunes have brought the man to himself. The fire may be covered and overlaid, but cannot be entirely quenched and smothered.