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الصفحة 135 - He is a path, if any be misled ; He is a robe, if any naked be ; If any chance to hunger, he is bread ; If any be a bondman, he is free ; If any be but weak, how strong is he ! To dead men life he is, to sick men health, To blind men sight, and to the needy wealth, A pleasure without loss, a treasure without stealth.
الصفحة 149 - And them in willing bondage fettered ; Once men they liv'd, but now the men were dead, And turn'd to beasts, — so fabled Homer old, That Circe, with her potion, charm'd in gold, Us'd manly souls in beastly bodies to immould.
الصفحة 45 - Fond man, that looks on Earth for happiness, And here long seeks what here is never found ! For all our good we hold from...
الصفحة 184 - His love, high God all heav'n as captive leads, And all the banners of his grace dispreads, And in those...
الصفحة 45 - Hardly the place of such antiquity, Or note of these great monarchies we find : Only a fading verbal memory, And empty name in writ is left behind : But when this second life and glory fades, And sinks at length in time's obscurer shades, A second fall succeeds, and double death invades.
الصفحة 159 - A garden was the place we perished all, A garden is the place He pays our price : And the old serpent, with a new device, Hath found a way himself for to beguile ; So he, that all men tangled in his wile, Is now by one Man caught, beguiled with his own guile.
الصفحة 172 - The life, the which I once did love, I leave, The love, in whi[c]h I once did live, I loath, I hate...
الصفحة 164 - See, where the Author of all life is dying : O fearful day ! He dead, what hope of living ? See where the hopes of all our lives are buying : O cheerful day ! they bought, what fear of grieving?