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Page 146 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 27 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd; But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue, And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it.
Page 185 - Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting souls within her.
Page 227 - ... finish my journey alone; Never hear the sweet music of speech; I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see: They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Page 109 - Good unexpected, evils unforeseen, Appear by turns, as fortune shifts the scene: Some, rais'd aloft, come tumbling down amain; Then fall so hard, they bound and rise again.
Page 208 - ... plain I met a wandering fair ; The look of sorrow, lovely still, she bore ; Loose flow'd the soft redundance of her hair, And on her brow a flowery wreath she wore. Oft stooping as she stray'd, she cull'd the pride Of every plain ; she pillag'd every grove : The fading chaplet daily she supplied, And still her hand some various garland wove.
Page 227 - They have literally nothing whatever to talk about. The arrival of an American man-of-war is a godsend to them. " Oh, Solitude ' where are the charms which sages have seen in thy face?
Page 295 - A SKETCH of the DENOMINATIONS INTO WHICH THE CHRISTIAN WORLD is DIVIDED; accompanied with a persuasive to Religious Moderation. To which is...