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Side 6
... Field ......... 155 beth ..... 202 The Spanish Conquest of Procrastination 206 Mexico 160 The Middle Ages - Progress Mercy 164 of Freedom ... 207 165 The Wanderings of Robert Bruce - Part I. Early Rising and Prayer ... 169 The ...
... Field ......... 155 beth ..... 202 The Spanish Conquest of Procrastination 206 Mexico 160 The Middle Ages - Progress Mercy 164 of Freedom ... 207 165 The Wanderings of Robert Bruce - Part I. Early Rising and Prayer ... 169 The ...
Side 7
... busy city of my native land . 2. How delightful are the richly cultivated fields , the green hop grounds , the hanging woods of Kent ; how pleasant the healthy hills and scattered wood- lands of Surrey ; the thickly strewn villas of the.
... busy city of my native land . 2. How delightful are the richly cultivated fields , the green hop grounds , the hanging woods of Kent ; how pleasant the healthy hills and scattered wood- lands of Surrey ; the thickly strewn villas of the.
Side 8
... fields of Dorset and Somerset , to the enchanted land of Devon . If you want stern grandeur , follow its north - western coast ; if peaceful beauty , look down into some of its rich vales , green emerald , and pastured by herds of red ...
... fields of Dorset and Somerset , to the enchanted land of Devon . If you want stern grandeur , follow its north - western coast ; if peaceful beauty , look down into some of its rich vales , green emerald , and pastured by herds of red ...
Side 11
... fields of teasels , indica- ting that there our finest broadcloths are made ; Stafford and Warwick swarm with collieries , iron foundries , and potteries , and so on . 13. Each district has its peculiar pursuit and occupation pointed ...
... fields of teasels , indica- ting that there our finest broadcloths are made ; Stafford and Warwick swarm with collieries , iron foundries , and potteries , and so on . 13. Each district has its peculiar pursuit and occupation pointed ...
Side 36
... field , Intent to find the buried spoil , Its wealthy furrows yield ; Till all is ours that sages taught , That poets sang , or heroes wrought . 4. Night is the time to weep ; To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep ...
... field , Intent to find the buried spoil , Its wealthy furrows yield ; Till all is ours that sages taught , That poets sang , or heroes wrought . 4. Night is the time to weep ; To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep ...
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Side 116 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it : they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Side 187 - Lives through all life, extends through 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 148 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Side 164 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Side 175 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of Nature, and, though poor perhaps compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — My Father made them all...
Side 74 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Side 61 - ... to dive into the depths of dungeons: to plunge into the infection of hospitals ; to survey the mansions of sorrow and pain; to take the gauge and dimensions of misery, depression, and contempt; to remember the forgotten, to attend to the neglected, to visit the forsaken, and to compare and collate the distresses of all men in all countries.
Side 200 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew : fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Side 149 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Side 114 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...