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Page 122 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Page 143 - ... that would value them more by the strict rules of honour and proper worth, than by their relation to herself. Her servants found her prudent, and fit to govern, and yet open-handed and apt to reward ; a just exactor of their duty, and a great rewarder of their diligence.
Page 56 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene, In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene The southern Sun diffused his dazzling shene.
Page 107 - He that is surety for a stranger shall smart for it: and he that hateth suretiship is sure. 16 A gracious woman retaineth honour: and strong men retain riches. 17 The merciful man doeth good to his own soul : but he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh.
Page 153 - He that seeks perfection on earth, leaves nothing new for the Saints to find in heaven ; for, whilst men teach, there will be mistakes in Divinity, and as long as no other govern, errors in the State ; therefore, be not mer-lickorish after change, lest you muddy ' your present felicity with a future greater and more sharp inconvenience.
Page 6 - I hope not !' ' Yes, indeed, there are,' says I : — ' one, two, three, four ladies, a little boy, and two pug dogs, I declare !' ' Bless my soul !' says my mother, ' how provoking ! It is certainly Mrs Fidget and her daughters, and that troublesome child, and now I can't finish my letter to your sister before the post goes ! I wish to goodness they would learn to stay at home, and let one have one's time to one's self!
Page 143 - ... did contest, and make parties in her, yet her care and her severity was ever victorious ; and she knew not how to do an ill turn to their severer part, by her more tender and forward kindness. And as her custom was, she turned this also into love to her Lord : for she was not only diligent to have them bred nobly and religiously, but also was careful and solicitous, that they should be taught to observe all the circumstances and inclinations, the desires and wishes of...
Page 78 - I wish, his prompt relief. 0 instance strange of free, but blinded will, Discuss'd so much, so little understood, To bear the certainty of present ill, Before the uncertain chance of ill or good! But what that chance? Why, be it what it may; Still 'tis a chance: and here my woes are sure. Yet think these woes are sorrows of a day, While those to all eternity endure. Think on the horrors of eternal pain! Imagination startles at the name; Nor can impress upon the labouring brain Duration endless still,...
Page 147 - How without rule are the decrees of God! How He chastises! How He spares the rod! Scarce does it ever seem that Right prevails; How oft guilt flourishes and virtue fails! What must I think of this severe decree Which, through the will of God, now humbles me? Am I to think Him kind who could destroy The fondest hope I had of lasting joy?