The Adviser: Or, The Moral and Literary Tribunal ...sold, 1803 |
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עמוד 115 - But farther, it is an assured truth, and a conclusion of experience, that a little or superficial knowledge of philosophy may incline the mind of man to atheism, but a farther proceeding therein doth bring the mind back again to religion ; for in the entrance of philosophy, when the second causes, which are next unto the senses, do offer themselves to the mind of man, if it dwell and stay there, it may induce some oblivion of the highest cause ; but when a man passeth...
עמוד 268 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
עמוד 181 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
עמוד 144 - The mountains quake at him, and the hills melt, And the earth is burned at his presence, Yea, the world, and all that dwell therein. Who can stand before his indignation ? And who can abide in the fierceness of his anger ? His fury is poured out like fire, And the rocks are thrown down by him.
עמוד 214 - To reform and not to chastise I am afraid is impossible, and that the best precepts, as well as the best laws, would prove of small use if there were no examples to enforce them. To attack vices in the abstract, without touching persons, may be safe fighting indeed, but it is fighting with shadows.
עמוד 257 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
עמוד 282 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em ! What more ? Crom.
עמוד 79 - ... Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round. At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad ; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, And from the loud-resounding rocks below Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower.
עמוד 217 - On the other side up rose Belial, in act more graceful and humane; A fairer person lost not Heaven; he seemed For dignity composed and high exploit: But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels...
עמוד 143 - And at its base, from whence the serpent glides Down the green desert street, yon hoary monk laments the same, the vision as he views, The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Blended in dust together ; where the slave Rests from his labours ; where th' insulting proud Resigns his power ; the miser drops his hoard , Where human folly sleeps.