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On these points , Locke argued , that although the resurrection of the dead is
revealed in Scripture , the reanimation of the identical bodies which inbabited this
world is not revealed ; and that even if the soul were proved to be material , this ...
On these points , Locke argued , that although the resurrection of the dead is
revealed in Scripture , the reanimation of the identical bodies which inbabited this
world is not revealed ; and that even if the soul were proved to be material , this ...
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Thy mercy set me free ; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on
thee . Iu foreigu realms , and lands remote , For though in dreadful whirls we
bung Supported by thy care , High on the broken wave , * Through burning
climes I ...
Thy mercy set me free ; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on
thee . Iu foreigu realms , and lands remote , For though in dreadful whirls we
bung Supported by thy care , High on the broken wave , * Through burning
climes I ...
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What scebes appear where ' er I turn my view The dear ideas , where I fly ,
pursue , Rise in the grove , before the altar rise , Stain all my soul , and wanton in
my eyes . I waste the matin - lamp in sighs for thee ; Thy image steals between
my ...
What scebes appear where ' er I turn my view The dear ideas , where I fly ,
pursue , Rise in the grove , before the altar rise , Stain all my soul , and wanton in
my eyes . I waste the matin - lamp in sighs for thee ; Thy image steals between
my ...
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Be winess for me , ye celestial host , Such mercy and such pardon as my soul
Accords to thee , and begs of Heaven ro shew the May such befall me at my
latest hour , And make my portion b ' est or curst for ever ! JANE S . Then all is
well , and ...
Be winess for me , ye celestial host , Such mercy and such pardon as my soul
Accords to thee , and begs of Heaven ro shew the May such befall me at my
latest hour , And make my portion b ' est or curst for ever ! JANE S . Then all is
well , and ...
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My soul an unknown path shall tread , And strangely leave , who strangely fills So
many tender joys and woes This frame , and waft me to the dead : Have on my
quivering soul had power ; O what is death ! ' tis life ' s last shore , Plain life with ...
My soul an unknown path shall tread , And strangely leave , who strangely fills So
many tender joys and woes This frame , and waft me to the dead : Have on my
quivering soul had power ; O what is death ! ' tis life ' s last shore , Plain life with ...
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Seite 21 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Seite 64 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Seite 133 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Seite 395 - Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool: Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Seite 3 - Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam his praise.
Seite 64 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 395 - Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, " That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born : All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel, and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least their own ; their future selves...
Seite 21 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Seite 193 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Seite 22 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell ; Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, Possessed beyond the muse's painting ; By turns they felt the glowing mind Disturbed, delighted, raised, refined ; Till once, 'tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round, They snatched her instruments of sound ; And as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her...