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Page 486 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful" and rife, More plentiful than hope.
Page 486 - Ferrar, and tell him he shall find in it a picture of the many spiritual conflicts that have passed betwixt God and my soul, before I could subject mine to the will of Jesus my Master ; in whose service I have now found perfect freedom : desire him to read it ; and then, if he can think it may turn to the advantage of any dejected poor soul, let it be made public : if not, let him burn it ; for I and it are less than the least of God's mercies.
Page 240 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 240 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 10 - Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior, The son of Adam and of Eve ; Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ? " But, in this case, the old prejudice got the better of the old joke.
Page 484 - A PRIEST TO THE TEMPLE ; or, the Country Parson ; his Character, and Rule of Holy Life.
Page 195 - Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Page 186 - Why, he could tell The inch where Richmond stood, where Richard fell. Besides, what of his knowledge he could say, He had authentic notice from the Play, Which I might guess...
Page 182 - I was a freshman ; it was admirable curious gothic architecture, and fine figures in the nitches ; 'twas one of those built by king for his queen.) The ballad-singer complained he had no custom — he could not put off his ballads. The jolly doctor puts off his gown, and puts on the ballad-singer's leathern jacket, and being a handsome man, and a rare full voice, he presently vended a great many, and had a great audience.
Page 483 - You are now a minister's wife, and must now so far forget your father's house as not to claim a precedence of any of your parishioners, for you are to know that a priest's wife can challenge no precedence or place, but that which she purchases by her obliging humility ; and I am sure places so purchased do best become them. And let me tell you, that I am so good a herald as to assure you that this is truth.