The Relapse; Or, True and False Morality

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J. Hatchard and Son, 1824 - 209 sider

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Side 34 - I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
Side 172 - Works done before the grace of Christ, and the Inspiration of his Spirit, are not pleasant to God, forasmuch as they spring not of faith in Jesus Christ...
Side 46 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of Heaven.
Side 66 - Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray Boast but the worth Bassora's pearls display : Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright ; But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light : Such are the maids, and such the charms they boast, By sense unaided, or to virtue lost.
Side 6 - Oh the dark days of vanity! while here How tasteless! and how terrible when gone! Gone? they ne'er go ; when past, they haunt us still ; The spirit walks of every day deceas'd, And smiles an angel, or a fury frowns.
Side 43 - For forms of faith let graceless zealots fight, He can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Side 205 - Parents of the Middle and Labouring Classes of Society. By the Author of " Hints for the Improvement of early Education und Nursery Discipline.
Side 58 - Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd. The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise.
Side 195 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Side 194 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex: True, she is fair (oh, how divinely fair!), But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners; Cato's soul Shines out in everything she acts or speaks.

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