Select lessons in prose and verse, from various authors, to which are added a few original pieces1785 |
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Արդյունքներ 11–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... TILLOTSON . YOUNG Years are tender and eafily wrought upon , apt to be moulded into any Fashion ; they are like moift and foft Clay , which is pliable to any Form ; but foon grows hard , and then nothing is to be made of it . It is a ...
... TILLOTSON . YOUNG Years are tender and eafily wrought upon , apt to be moulded into any Fashion ; they are like moift and foft Clay , which is pliable to any Form ; but foon grows hard , and then nothing is to be made of it . It is a ...
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... TILLOTSON . IME is the Seafon and Opportunity of car- rying on of any Work , and for that Reason is one of the most valuable Things ; and yet no- thing is more waftefully spent , and more prodigally fquandered away by a greater Part of ...
... TILLOTSON . IME is the Seafon and Opportunity of car- rying on of any Work , and for that Reason is one of the most valuable Things ; and yet no- thing is more waftefully spent , and more prodigally fquandered away by a greater Part of ...
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... TILLOTSON . T RUTH and Faithfulness are divine Perfecti- ons ; but Lying and Falfhood are the Pro- perties of the Devil , and the predominant Qualities of Hell . No Man can be cruel and unmerciful , falfe and treacherous , without a ...
... TILLOTSON . T RUTH and Faithfulness are divine Perfecti- ons ; but Lying and Falfhood are the Pro- perties of the Devil , and the predominant Qualities of Hell . No Man can be cruel and unmerciful , falfe and treacherous , without a ...
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... TILLOTSON . A LL corrupt and filthy Communication is a notorious Abuse of , one of the greatest and beft Gifts which God hath given us , and does di- rectly contradict the natural End and Ufe of Speech . Our Tongue is our Glory , as the ...
... TILLOTSON . A LL corrupt and filthy Communication is a notorious Abuse of , one of the greatest and beft Gifts which God hath given us , and does di- rectly contradict the natural End and Ufe of Speech . Our Tongue is our Glory , as the ...
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... TILLOTSON . S all Kind of Profaneness is unprofitable , so more especially cuftomary Swearing in or dinary Converfation , upon every Occafion of Paf- it may be with- fion , or any other trivial Cause , nay out Cause , out of mere Habit ...
... TILLOTSON . S all Kind of Profaneness is unprofitable , so more especially cuftomary Swearing in or dinary Converfation , upon every Occafion of Paf- it may be with- fion , or any other trivial Cause , nay out Cause , out of mere Habit ...
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Էջ 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Էջ 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Էջ 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Էջ 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Էջ 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Էջ 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Էջ 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Էջ 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Էջ 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Էջ 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.