Lives of the illustrious. The Biographical magazine [ed. by J.P. Edwards]. |
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... never entered his head for an instant ; but as years were adding to his age , the delights of peace and continuous comfort were fast becoming more ac- ceptable than any other ; and he looked with anxiety to have a resting- place amid ...
... never entered his head for an instant ; but as years were adding to his age , the delights of peace and continuous comfort were fast becoming more ac- ceptable than any other ; and he looked with anxiety to have a resting- place amid ...
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... never strong , but which had been rendered weaker by the absence of that prudent carefulnes which should have restrained our poet within the limits which nature prescribes , as the proper bounds of all human activity . A disorder in the ...
... never strong , but which had been rendered weaker by the absence of that prudent carefulnes which should have restrained our poet within the limits which nature prescribes , as the proper bounds of all human activity . A disorder in the ...
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... never doubt the results . " It has been said that the slave- population of America is a degraded race , utterly unprepared for and in- capable of freedom , and that such characters as are described in this book are not to be found among ...
... never doubt the results . " It has been said that the slave- population of America is a degraded race , utterly unprepared for and in- capable of freedom , and that such characters as are described in this book are not to be found among ...
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... never find their places in the world , and , missionless and purpose- less , wander on their weary way through that existence of which the end is the only thing certain . " Who knows the name of Samuel Hopkins now ? Whose eyes light up ...
... never find their places in the world , and , missionless and purpose- less , wander on their weary way through that existence of which the end is the only thing certain . " Who knows the name of Samuel Hopkins now ? Whose eyes light up ...
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... never can be truly , never can be per- manently , entertained in the human breast , except by a continual reference to their source , and the supply of the Divine grace . The powers , therefore , that dwell in individuals acting as a ...
... never can be truly , never can be per- manently , entertained in the human breast , except by a continual reference to their source , and the supply of the Divine grace . The powers , therefore , that dwell in individuals acting as a ...
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Página 109 - LIFE IN LONDON : or, the Day and Night Scenes of Jerry Hawthorn, Esq., and his Elegant Friend, Corinthian Tom.
Página 190 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free. So didst thou travel on life's common way. In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 264 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 275 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Página 255 - Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Página 196 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 270 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 184 - I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite...
Página 196 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 168 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid, — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.