Miscellanies, Moral and Instructive, in Prose and VersePrinted: London, Reprinted by J. Phillips, 1787 - 198 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 14
... give me , Lord ! true confidence , In thy unerring Providence . Let all my vices be fubdu'd , Replace them , Lord , with gratitude ! My every want do thou redrefs , Give me , oh give me , happiness ! } RELIGION , the balm of life , the ...
... give me , Lord ! true confidence , In thy unerring Providence . Let all my vices be fubdu'd , Replace them , Lord , with gratitude ! My every want do thou redrefs , Give me , oh give me , happiness ! } RELIGION , the balm of life , the ...
الصفحة 15
... give ear to that voice which speaketh peace , and fays , Come unto me , all < 6 ye that labour and are heavy laden , and I will give you reft ; take my yoke upon you , and ye fhall find " reft to your fouls ; for my yoke is eafy , and ...
... give ear to that voice which speaketh peace , and fays , Come unto me , all < 6 ye that labour and are heavy laden , and I will give you reft ; take my yoke upon you , and ye fhall find " reft to your fouls ; for my yoke is eafy , and ...
الصفحة 16
... give ; What's all that I can fay , But that the God in whom I live Has giv'n me health to day ? The theme my voice in vain affays , Then let my life purfue ; Let what I am , record thy praise , Exprefs'd in what I do . Thee more than ...
... give ; What's all that I can fay , But that the God in whom I live Has giv'n me health to day ? The theme my voice in vain affays , Then let my life purfue ; Let what I am , record thy praise , Exprefs'd in what I do . Thee more than ...
الصفحة 20
... give th ' unhappy mourners eafe , From pale affliction's eye to wipe the tear ; To bid the plaintive voice of forrow cease , Behold religion's heav'nly form appear . " Attend , " he cries , " poor mortal ! grieve no more , " No more ...
... give th ' unhappy mourners eafe , From pale affliction's eye to wipe the tear ; To bid the plaintive voice of forrow cease , Behold religion's heav'nly form appear . " Attend , " he cries , " poor mortal ! grieve no more , " No more ...
الصفحة 21
... give domestic life its sweeteft charm , With foftness polish , and with virtue warm ; Fearful of fame , unwilling to be known , Should feek but Heaven's applauses , and her own ; No cenfures dread but thofe which crimes impart , The ...
... give domestic life its sweeteft charm , With foftness polish , and with virtue warm ; Fearful of fame , unwilling to be known , Should feek but Heaven's applauses , and her own ; No cenfures dread but thofe which crimes impart , The ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 22 - Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.