Select Pieces in Verse and Prose, Volume 1Davidson, and sold by Cadell and Davies, 1820 |
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... rest of this day , which I spent upon the sofa , suffering much from cold and more from illness . I should have men- tioned that as early as Monday evening , Wilson [ his servant ] fell ill , and was invisible , and of course useless ...
... rest of this day , which I spent upon the sofa , suffering much from cold and more from illness . I should have men- tioned that as early as Monday evening , Wilson [ his servant ] fell ill , and was invisible , and of course useless ...
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... which I was wholly excused in con- sideration of my pulmonary complaint . The rest stood in the corridor , where some perfumes were thrown on lighted straw , and more or less of the smoke of course spread through the room , which was 40.
... which I was wholly excused in con- sideration of my pulmonary complaint . The rest stood in the corridor , where some perfumes were thrown on lighted straw , and more or less of the smoke of course spread through the room , which was 40.
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... rest of the island by a neck of low land . The promontory presents a very striking appearance , a little like Gibraltar , though much lower and less magnificent . I could not ascend the castle , which I regretted , but dared not add to ...
... rest of the island by a neck of low land . The promontory presents a very striking appearance , a little like Gibraltar , though much lower and less magnificent . I could not ascend the castle , which I regretted , but dared not add to ...
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... rest— " Grove nods at grove , each alley has his brother . " -Blair is sweet , but somewhat feeble ; and his style , above all the rest , is like a piece of joiner's work : the parts fit too nicely . Here is a piece of criticism for you ...
... rest— " Grove nods at grove , each alley has his brother . " -Blair is sweet , but somewhat feeble ; and his style , above all the rest , is like a piece of joiner's work : the parts fit too nicely . Here is a piece of criticism for you ...
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... rests with Him who will shield her from every suffering , is a satisfaction such as I would not exchange for the wealth of worlds . I would not recall her if I could ; and feel a new and powerful incentive to holy exertion , in the hope ...
... rests with Him who will shield her from every suffering , is a satisfaction such as I would not exchange for the wealth of worlds . I would not recall her if I could ; and feel a new and powerful incentive to holy exertion , in the hope ...
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Page 79 - Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna...
Page 159 - Shall I be left forgotten in the dust, When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive ? Shall Nature's voice, to man alone unjust, Bid him, though doom'd to perish, hope to live ? Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive With disappointment, penury, and pain ? No : Heaven's immortal Spring shall yet arrive, And man's majestic beauty bloom again, Bright through th' eternal year of Love's triumphant reign.
Page 213 - AS, panting in the sultry beam, "^ The hart desires the cooling stream, So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, So longs my soul, O God, for thee , Athirst to taste thy living grace, And see thy glory, face to face. 2 But rising griefs distress my soul, And tears on tears successive roll ; For many an evil voice is near, To chide my woe, and mock my fear ; And silent memory weeps alone O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.
Page 205 - Oil ! weak to know a Saviour's power, To feel a Father's care ; A moment's toil, a passing shower, Is all the grief ye share. 4...
Page 208 - In pealing chorus loud and far ; The echoing vault with rapture rung, And shouted every morning star. When, bending from His native sky, The Lord of Life in mercy came, And laid His bright effulgence by, To bear on earth a human name ; The song, by cherub voices raised, Roll'd through the dark blue depths above ; And Israel's shepherds heard amazed The seraph notes of peace and love.
Page 206 - Then, Christian, dry the falling tear, The faithless doubt remove; Redeem'd at last from guilt and fear, Oh! wake thy heart to love.
Page 118 - I would request your petitions for true repentance and a lively faith. [At parting from his father, when going abroad the first time, he put into his hand a letter, desiring him not to open it until next morning. It contained the following passage:] 16th October, 1810. I owe you more than I can ever repay, for al' your unwearied kindness and attentions to me during my illness. I think it will be a satisfaction to you to know, that I have enjoyed every comfort during my illness that I could possibly...
Page 207 - Thy praise transported Nature sung In pealing chorus loud and far ; The echoing vault with rapture rung, And shouted every morning star. When, bending from His native sky, The Lord of Life in mercy came, And laid His bright effulgence by, To bear on earth a human name ; The song, by cherub voices...
Page 87 - Satires), and learnt about 1300 lines, which though certainly nothing to be named as real labour, yet is fair enough for the lighter hours of a stupid, illiterate quill-driver, bending over a desk in these regions of Cimmerian darkness, Where murky mists the struggling morn disclose, And howling watchmen lull me to repose : and I scarce hear of any thing but mortgages, releases, and assumpsits.