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... weak , they are often led by a warmth of feeling into the violence of causeless resentment : I am therefore anxious that my purpose should be understood ; and I wish to point out what things they are which an author may hold up to ...
... weak , they are often led by a warmth of feeling into the violence of causeless resentment : I am therefore anxious that my purpose should be understood ; and I wish to point out what things they are which an author may hold up to ...
Page xxiii
... weak and vacillating intellect could not preserve him from infidelity and profane- ness . Their melancholy is nearly alike , but not its consequences . Jachin retained his belief , and though he hated life , he could never be induced to ...
... weak and vacillating intellect could not preserve him from infidelity and profane- ness . Their melancholy is nearly alike , but not its consequences . Jachin retained his belief , and though he hated life , he could never be induced to ...
Page xxx
... weak and obstinate enthusiasm , ignorance that presumes to teach , and intolerant pride that boasts of humility : these alone are objects of his attack . In the note to page 249 , he has proved that his description of the doctrine he ...
... weak and obstinate enthusiasm , ignorance that presumes to teach , and intolerant pride that boasts of humility : these alone are objects of his attack . In the note to page 249 , he has proved that his description of the doctrine he ...
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... weak arms against his tarry side , Then drains the remnant of diluted gin , To aid the warmth that languishes within ; Renewing oft his poor attempts to beat His tingling Fingers into gathering heat . He shall again be seen when Evening ...
... weak arms against his tarry side , Then drains the remnant of diluted gin , To aid the warmth that languishes within ; Renewing oft his poor attempts to beat His tingling Fingers into gathering heat . He shall again be seen when Evening ...
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... the Storm they give their weak complaining cry ; Or clap the sleek white Pinion to the breast , And in the restless Ocean dip for rest . Darkness begins to reign ; the louder Wind Appals the Letter 1. ] GENERAL DESCRIPTION .
... the Storm they give their weak complaining cry ; Or clap the sleek white Pinion to the breast , And in the restless Ocean dip for rest . Darkness begins to reign ; the louder Wind Appals the Letter 1. ] GENERAL DESCRIPTION .
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Page 9 - Upon the billows rising — all the deep Is restless change ; the waves so swell'd and steep, Breaking and sinking, and the sunken swells, Nor one, one moment, in its station dwells : But nearer land you may the billows trace, As if contending in their watery chase ; May watch the mightiest till the shoal they reach, Then break and hurry to' their utmost stretch ; Curl'd as they come, they strike with furious force, And then re-flowing, take their grating course, Raking the rounded flints, which...
Page 277 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot ; As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Page 21 - He had his wish, had more: I will not paint The Lovers' meeting: she beheld him faint, With tender fears, she took a nearer view, Her terrors doubling as her hopes withdrew; He tried to smile, and, half succeeding, said, "Yes! I must die;
Page 127 - On all without a lordly host sustains The care of empire, and observant reigns ; The parting guest beholds him at his side, With pomp obsequious, bending in his pride ; Round all the place his eyes all objects meet, Attentive, silent, civil, and discreet. O'er all within the lady-hostess rules, Her bar she governs, and her kitchen schools ; To every guest th...
Page 251 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the time has been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die. And there an end...
Page 254 - Who, undisturb'd by feelings just or kind, Would parish-boys to needy tradesmen bind; They in their want a trifling sum would take, And toiling slaves of piteous orphans make.
Page 140 - Not warn'd by misery, not enrich'd by gain ; Whom justice pitying, chides from place to place, A wandering, careless, wretched, merry race, Who cheerful looks assume, and play the parts Of happy rovers with repining hearts ; Then cast off care, and in the mimic pain Of tragic...
Page 9 - Th' unwieldy porpoise through the day before Had roll'd in view of boding men on shore ; And sometimes hid and sometimes show'd his form, Dark as the cloud, and furious as the storm. All where the eye delights, yet dreads to roam, The breaking billows cast the flying foam Upon the billows rising — all the deep Is restless change ; the waves so...
Page 21 - Thomas, I must die : Would I could see my Sally, and could rest My throbbing temples on her faithful breast, And gazing go ! — if not, this trifle take, And say till death I wore it for her sake ; Yes ! I must die — blow on, sweet breeze, blow on ! Give me one look before my life be gone, Oh ! give me that, and let me not despair, One last fond look — and now repeat the prayer.
Page 22 - The friendly many, and the favourite few; Nor one that day did he to mind recall But she has treasured, and she loves them all; When in her way she meets them, they appear Peculiar people — death has made them dear.