Suicide and its antidotesJ. Robins and Company, 1824 - 388 sider |
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Side 15
... tears of gratitude and joy . Torn from the bosom of my country , from the embraces of my family , and driven from every thing that I held dear in life , my mind was not susceptible of any other sentiments than those of the deepest ...
... tears of gratitude and joy . Torn from the bosom of my country , from the embraces of my family , and driven from every thing that I held dear in life , my mind was not susceptible of any other sentiments than those of the deepest ...
Side 28
... tears had flown a penitential flood ! Tho ' far astray , he would have heard the call Of Mercy- " Come , return , thou prodigal ! " Then , tho ' confus'd , distress'd , asham'd , afraid , Still , had the trembling penitent obey'd , Tho ...
... tears had flown a penitential flood ! Tho ' far astray , he would have heard the call Of Mercy- " Come , return , thou prodigal ! " Then , tho ' confus'd , distress'd , asham'd , afraid , Still , had the trembling penitent obey'd , Tho ...
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... that had slept From boyhood's hour , that instant came Fresh o'er him , and he wept ! -he wept ! Blest tears of soul - felt penitence , From whose benign redeeming flow " Is felt the first , the only sense Of 86 THE CONTRAST ; OR ,
... that had slept From boyhood's hour , that instant came Fresh o'er him , and he wept ! -he wept ! Blest tears of soul - felt penitence , From whose benign redeeming flow " Is felt the first , the only sense Of 86 THE CONTRAST ; OR ,
Side 87
... tears of repentance fall ? Though foul thy fiery plagues within , One heavenly drop will dispel them all . And now ... tear that , warm and meek , Dew'd that repentant sinner's cheek : ' Twas heaven's own smile upon that tear , The ...
... tears of repentance fall ? Though foul thy fiery plagues within , One heavenly drop will dispel them all . And now ... tear that , warm and meek , Dew'd that repentant sinner's cheek : ' Twas heaven's own smile upon that tear , The ...
Side 91
... tears of a heart - broken mother . The prattling innocent rose in an agony , as if inspired by Providence , and wrung her little hands , exclaiming , ' Pray , mother , don't take that nasty physic ! -throw it away- throw it away - it ...
... tears of a heart - broken mother . The prattling innocent rose in an agony , as if inspired by Providence , and wrung her little hands , exclaiming , ' Pray , mother , don't take that nasty physic ! -throw it away- throw it away - it ...
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Adam and Eve affliction agitated Ahitophel angel armour of God attempt awful bad company behold blessed blood Brahmin breast caliph cheerful choly Christ Christian Clerkenwell committed companions consolation Constantia Cowper crime dark daugh death deed despair desperate despondence distress divine dreadful effect eternal evil eyes fatal father fear feel friends gloomy grace grief guilt hand happiness hath hear heard heart Heaven hell honour hope horrid horror hour hypochondriac infidelity irreligion Jesus lady laudanum live Lord lost madness melan melancholy ment mercy mind misery murder Narva never night o'er occasion pain passions peace pistol Plutarch prayer pride principle religion repent rush Satan Saul Saul of Tarsus scene seemed self-murder shame sigh sinner sins smile sorrow soul spirit suffer tears tempt thee thing thou thought Thurtell tion trouble truth voice Watling Street wicked Winkburne wretched young youth
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Side 152 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Side 151 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Side 44 - Damascus, and suddenly there shined round about him a light from heaven. And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest : it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Side 222 - The diseased have ye not strengthened, neither have ye healed that which was sick, neither have ye bound up that which was broken, neither have ye brought again that which was driven away, neither have ye sought that which was lost; but with force and with cruelty have ye ruled them.
Side 351 - Since the dear hour, that brought me to thy foot, And cut up all my follies by the root, I never trusted in an arm but thine, Nor hoped but in thy righteousness divine...
Side 198 - Eternal acts is right. Oh teach me in the trying hour, When anguish swells the dewy tear, To still my sorrows, own thy power, Thy goodness love, thy justice fear. If in this bosom aught but Thee Encroaching sought a boundless sway, Omniscience could the danger see, And Mercy look the cause away. Then why, my soul, dost thou complain? Why drooping seek the dark recess? Shake off the melancholy chain, For God created all to bless.
Side 265 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
Side 273 - That Scripture is the only cure of woe : That field of promise, how it flings abroad Its odour o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul, reposing on assured relief, Feels herself happy amidst all her grief, Forgets her labour as she toils along, Weeps tears of joy, and bursts into a song.
Side 36 - As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
Side 188 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.