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Abdalonymus Antiparos appear Archbishop of Cambray attention beauty behold blessing Caius Verres character dark daugh death Dioclesian distress divine dread earth enjoyment envy etermity ev'ry evil fall father feel folly gentle give ground Haman happiness Hazael heart heav'n honour hope human Jugurtha kind king labours light live look Lord mankind Masinissa ment mercy Micipsa midst mind misery nature never night Numidia o'er ourselves pain passions pause peace person philosopher pleasure possession pow'r praetor praise pride proper Pythias reading reason religion render rest rich rise scene SECTION sense sentence shade shining Sicily smiles ſº sorrow soul sound spect spirit spring sweet temper tempest tence thee things thou thought tion truth vanity vice virtue virtuous voice wisdom wise words youth
Side 277 - Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent ; Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Side 252 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, "Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;— Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Side 223 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Side 244 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Side 280 - tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Side 279 - ... the spring ; Flings from the sun direct the flaming day ; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth, And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life. Nature, attend ! join every living soul Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join ; and ardent raise One general song!
Side 221 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Side 253 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.