 | Thomas Clarkson - 1830 - 240 sider
...lines. My son! n sicft with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which this earth is fillM. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The HP!'nil boad Of brotherhood 1 is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder ;it the touch of fire. lie... | |
 | Zachary Macaulay - 1827 - 408 sider
...separate purchasers; and they were literally torn from each other. How just the remark of Cowper, — ' There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart— It does not feel for man !' "The following notices of cases between masters and slaves, are extracted from the Annual Lists of trials... | |
 | Edward Hitchcock - 1830 - 370 sider
...himself, he broods with morbid relish, over his feelings, and cries out in the bitterness of his soul ; " There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man." Excessive timidity is another passion attending nervous complaints from their commencement. The mere... | |
 | 1830 - 410 sider
...broods with morbid relish, over his feelings, and cries out in the bitterness of his soul, :,;•. "There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; It does not feel for man." T" [Prof. Hitchcock.'] This in fact is the true cause why the rich and the great generally labour under... | |
 | William Cowper - 1831 - 192 sider
...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more! My ear is pain'd, 5 My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth...There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; It does not Teel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax, 10 That falls asunder at the... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - 602 sider
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It docs not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood... | |
 | 1868 - 522 sider
...Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful and successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong anil outrage with which earth is fill'd." CHAPTER IV. destined never to greet his friends again, were... | |
 | Conrad Malte-Brun - 1831 - 924 sider
...expose-their own city to the risk of infection !'* How BOOK true are the words of the English poet : CXLIX. ' There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man !' COWPER. The remains of Klopstock lie in a burial-ground at Ottensen, a village, which, from its... | |
 | Joseph Emerson - 1832 - 122 sider
...successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My. soul is eick, with ev'ry day's report 6 Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is fill'd....not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd,-as the flax, 10 That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 sider
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart — It does not feel for man. That natural bond Of... | |
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OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage... 
