The Confessions of J. Lackington: Late Bookseller, at the Temple of the MusesJ. Wilson and D. Hitt, 1808 - 189 pagina's |
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Pagina 13
... hope of a glorious resurrection . When this charming young woman died , I also was given over , my soul was , as it were , hover- ing on my lips , just ready to depart . In this aw- ful crisis , my amiable wife gone ! All around me ...
... hope of a glorious resurrection . When this charming young woman died , I also was given over , my soul was , as it were , hover- ing on my lips , just ready to depart . In this aw- ful crisis , my amiable wife gone ! All around me ...
Pagina 21
... hope . Those married women who at all times behave themselves as the delicacy of the female character requires , have seldom complaints of this nature to make . Cæsar would not have his wife suspected ; no doubt but he had the same ...
... hope . Those married women who at all times behave themselves as the delicacy of the female character requires , have seldom complaints of this nature to make . Cæsar would not have his wife suspected ; no doubt but he had the same ...
Pagina 22
... hope to visit his benighted soul . DEAR FRIEND , I THINK you will be glad to peruse the fol- lowing letters , as they will help to convince you of my being quite in earnest in renouncing infidel principles and practices . They were ...
... hope to visit his benighted soul . DEAR FRIEND , I THINK you will be glad to peruse the fol- lowing letters , as they will help to convince you of my being quite in earnest in renouncing infidel principles and practices . They were ...
Pagina 31
... hope ! Erect in stature , prone in appetite ! Patrons of pleasure , posting into pain ! Lovers of argument , averse to sense ! Boasters of liberty , fast bound in chains ! -Fall he must who learns from death alone The dreadful secret ...
... hope ! Erect in stature , prone in appetite ! Patrons of pleasure , posting into pain ! Lovers of argument , averse to sense ! Boasters of liberty , fast bound in chains ! -Fall he must who learns from death alone The dreadful secret ...
Pagina 34
... hope of going to a better world enabled him to expect his approaching dissolution with joy . -deep is the stake , And awful the inquiry --- how the soul May smile at death , and meet its God in peace . DODD . O , old acquaintance , this ...
... hope of going to a better world enabled him to expect his approaching dissolution with joy . -deep is the stake , And awful the inquiry --- how the soul May smile at death , and meet its God in peace . DODD . O , old acquaintance , this ...
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Pagina 138 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Pagina 113 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us — Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Pagina 141 - For, letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Pagina 82 - Here is firm footing ; here is solid rock ! This can support us ; all is sea besides • Sinks under us ; bestorms, and then devours. His hand the good man fastens on the skies, And bids earth roll, nor feels her idle whirl.
Pagina 101 - A rise in blessing ! with the patriarch's joy, Thy call I follow to the land unknown : I trust in Thee, and know in whom I trust ; Or life, or death, is equal ; neither weighs : All weight in this — O let me live to Thee ! Though nature's terrors, thus, may be repress'd ; Still frowns grim death ; guilt points the tyrant's spear.
Pagina 145 - ... and wherever he went, he diffused a portion of his own felicity. Easy and affable in his demeanour, he accommodated himself to every sort of company, and showed how happily the most finished courtesy may be blended with the most perfect piety. In his conversation, we might be at a loss whether to admire most, his fine classical taste, his extensive knowledge of men and things, or his overflowing goodness of heart.
Pagina 148 - ... heaven ; to him they looked as their father, their benefactor, their guide to glory and immortality ; for him they fell prostrate before God, with prayers and tears to spare his doom, and prolong his stay. Such a recompense as this is sufficient to repay the toils of the longest life.
Pagina 117 - And in a like way of reflection it may be added, that he who denies the Scripture to have been from God upon account of these difficulties, may, for the very same reason, deny the world to have been formed by him.
Pagina 75 - How were we struck! yet, soon after, still more. With what an eye of distraction, what a face of despair, he cried out: ' My principles have poisoned my friend! my extravagance has beggared my boy! my unkindness has murdered my wife ! And is there another hell ? Oh ! thou blasphemed, yet indulgent LORD GOD ! hell itself is a refuge, if it hide me from thy frown!
Pagina 142 - But when the precious coin is kept unclean, The Sovereign's image is no longer seen. If they be foul on whom the people trust, Well may the baser brass contract a rust.