The British Essayists: Spectator

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C. and J. Rivington, 1823
 

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Page 228 - associated with angels and archangels, may look upon a Being of infinite perfection as his father, and the highest order of spirits as his brethren, may in another respect say to corruption, " Thou art my father ; and to the worm, Thou art my mother and my sister." O No. 520. MONDAY, OCTOBER 27, 1712. Quis
Page 9 - Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark, Surround me : from the cheerful ways of men Cut
Page 195 - see my Maker, face to face, 0 how shall I appear! If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought; When Thou, 0 Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgement on my soul, O how shall I appear!
Page 9 - And a little after. Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark, Surround me : from the cheerful ways of men Cut
Page 10 - —Still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own, Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half: O dark! dark! dark! amid the blaze of noon: Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse, Without all hopes of day.
Page 329 - nobler in the mind to suffer The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep ; No more ; and by a sleep
Page 195 - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows Thine only Son has died, To make her pardon sure. -" There is a noble hymn in French, which
Page 87 - K2 ~ In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, And breathed in tainted air. Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil, Made every region please: The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd, And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas. IV. Think,
Page 218 - would have been merry at such an incident on another occasion, at the sight of the old man's hand-writing burst into tears, and put the book into his pocket. Captain Sentry informs me that the knight has left rings and mourning for every one in the club. O No. 518. FRIDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1712.
Page 4 - I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand I shall not be moved. Therefore, my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth. My flesh also shall rest in hope. For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine holy one to see corruption. Thou wilt show me the path of life. In

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