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Sida 126 - He that being often reproved hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy.
Sida 139 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Sida 135 - Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or knowing it pursue.
Sida 10 - While sparkling cups delight our eyes, Be gay; and scorn the frowns of age. What cruel answer have I heard ! And yet, by heaven, I love thee still: Can aught be cruel from thy lip ? Yet say, how fell that bitter word From lips which streams of sweetness fill, Which...
Sida 94 - Tale, tho' void of beauty, force, and art, More strongly shall delight, and warm the heart; Than where a lifeless pomp of verse appears, And with sonorous trifles charms our ears. FRANCIS.
Sida 126 - Time wasted is existence, used is life; And bare existence, man, to live ordain'd, Wrings and oppresses with enormous weight.
Sida 10 - Which naught but drops of honey sip? Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung: Thy notes are sweet, the damsels say; But Oh! far sweeter, if they please The nymph for whom these notes are sung.
Sida 129 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust ? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd or alarm'd, At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Sida 120 - ... dreaded ordeal of asking her father's or her guardian's consent. It is the fashion in novels to depict all fathers on these occasions as stern, with adamantine hearts. In real everyday life they are to be met with here and there, and exist, we must suppose, on purpose to prove in those cases the truth of the old adage, that " the course of true love never does run smoothe.
Sida 128 - God had blessed above all others and man had cursed above all others, to breathe and live again ? This was the question which was proposed to the prophet on that day when the hand of the Lord was upon him and he was carried into the valley which was full of bones. The vision, clear as it is in itself, must not be read apart from the context of the prophecy. You should remember where Ezekiel was dwelling ; by what kind of people he was surrounded ; what was the condition of his own land ; what had...