The chemistry of creation

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Page 274 - Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now, Thou glorious mirror, where th' Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests, in all time, Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving : boundless, endless and sublime,
Page 19 - Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of His hand, and meted out heaven with the span, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?
Page 169 - with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it. As thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander retumeth into dust; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ? "Imperial Caesar, dead, and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to
Page 274 - rollest now, Thou glorious mirror, where th' Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests, in all time, Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving : boundless, endless and sublime, Th' image of eternity, the throne Of
Page 170 - RAIN FOR THE EARTH, WHO MAKETH GRASS TO GROW UPON THE MOUNTAINS." "HE GIVETH SNOW LIKE WOOL; HE SCATTERETH THE HOAR-FROST LIKE ASHES. HE CASTETH FORTH HIS ICE LIKE MORSELS : WHO CAN STAND BEFORE HIS COLD ? HE SENDETH OUT HIS WORD, AND MELTETH THEM : HE CAUSETH HIS WIND TO BLOW, AND THE WATERS
Page 168 - and aptly put into the mouth of the philosophic Hamlet:— " HAMLET. To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole ? " HORATIO. 'Twere to consider too curiously to consider so. "HAMLET. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither
Page 170 - SNOW LIKE WOOL; HE SCATTERETH THE HOAR-FROST LIKE ASHES. HE CASTETH FORTH HIS ICE LIKE MORSELS : WHO CAN STAND BEFORE HIS COLD ? HE SENDETH OUT HIS WORD, AND MELTETH THEM : HE CAUSETH HIS WIND TO BLOW, AND THE WATERS FLOW."—Ps. Cxlvii.
Page 170 - MY DOCTRINE SHALL DROP AS THE RAIN, MY SPEECH SHALL DISTIL AS THE DEW, AS THE SMALL RAIN UPON THE TENDER HERB, AND AS THE SHOWERS UPON THE GRASS."— Deut. xxxii. 2.
Page 169 - Imperial Caesar, dead, and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Oh ! that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall t'expel the winter's flaw.
Page 2 - To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow ; To fret their souls with crosses and with cares ; To eat their hearts, with comfortless despairs; Unhappy wights ! born to disastrous end, That do their lives in tedious tendance spend.

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