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... consciences sit easily under it , and our name to be honoured in the gates of the nations , and ye shall lack for nothing , your days shall be passed in pleasantness , and ye shall be held in respect by all people ; " and Satan , who ...
... consciences sit easily under it , and our name to be honoured in the gates of the nations , and ye shall lack for nothing , your days shall be passed in pleasantness , and ye shall be held in respect by all people ; " and Satan , who ...
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... conscience of his patient , and having reached the very root of his disease , says to him , " I have laid open your wound , it lies with yourself whether you will apply the remedy for healing it , to rise a strong man in full health ...
... conscience of his patient , and having reached the very root of his disease , says to him , " I have laid open your wound , it lies with yourself whether you will apply the remedy for healing it , to rise a strong man in full health ...
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... conscience or rather cuteness , ( for we can scarcely suppose they possess such a thing as conscience ) and asks it , " Do you think so shallow a pretext as this will wash you clean in the sight of the world ? " Regarding the first , he ...
... conscience or rather cuteness , ( for we can scarcely suppose they possess such a thing as conscience ) and asks it , " Do you think so shallow a pretext as this will wash you clean in the sight of the world ? " Regarding the first , he ...
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... great an action . It would be worthy of her traditions , and of the people whose religious convictions she represents , and trumpet- God against Slavery . tongued it would startle the consciences God against Slavery . 13.
... great an action . It would be worthy of her traditions , and of the people whose religious convictions she represents , and trumpet- God against Slavery . tongued it would startle the consciences God against Slavery . 13.
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... consciences put at ease , and they have great faith in their pastors . If then their pastors could awaken their consciences on this matter , instead of putting them to sleep , America might yet be saved the frightful convulsion that ...
... consciences put at ease , and they have great faith in their pastors . If then their pastors could awaken their consciences on this matter , instead of putting them to sleep , America might yet be saved the frightful convulsion that ...
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Sida 53 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Sida 149 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God, within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in thee ! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts : unutterably vain ; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main...
Sida 209 - With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sida 213 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jaeet ! Lastly, whereas this book, by the title it hath, calls itself The First Part of tlie General History of the World...
Sida 95 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Sida 340 - The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.
Sida 273 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Sida 274 - PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames...
Sida 208 - Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? 'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Sida 208 - Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile, Like wealthy men who care not how they give. But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills, And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me, And tho...