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... once we dwelt our name is heard no more , Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin , day by day , Drew me to school along the public way , Delighted with my bauble coach , and wrapt In scarlet mantle ...
... once we dwelt our name is heard no more , Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin , day by day , Drew me to school along the public way , Delighted with my bauble coach , and wrapt In scarlet mantle ...
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... once set in motion , they of them- selves give forth all the melodies designed by the artist that made them . To Locke , " Conscience is nothing else than our own opinion of our own actions ; " to Penn , it is the image of God , and his ...
... once set in motion , they of them- selves give forth all the melodies designed by the artist that made them . To Locke , " Conscience is nothing else than our own opinion of our own actions ; " to Penn , it is the image of God , and his ...
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... once persuaded that Jesus Christ was sent by God to be a king , and a saviour of those who do believe in him , all his commands become principles ; there needs no other proof for the truth of what he says , but that he said it : and ...
... once persuaded that Jesus Christ was sent by God to be a king , and a saviour of those who do believe in him , all his commands become principles ; there needs no other proof for the truth of what he says , but that he said it : and ...
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... once again by all concurrence of signs , and by the general instinct of holy and devout men , as they daily and solemnly express their thoughts , God is decreeing to begin some new and great period in his church , even to the reforming ...
... once again by all concurrence of signs , and by the general instinct of holy and devout men , as they daily and solemnly express their thoughts , God is decreeing to begin some new and great period in his church , even to the reforming ...
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... Once more its often - told account , smooth'd off Each day with more delight the daily notch . To you the beauties of the autumnal year Make mournful emblems , and you think of man Doom'd to the grave's long winter , spirit - broken ...
... Once more its often - told account , smooth'd off Each day with more delight the daily notch . To you the beauties of the autumnal year Make mournful emblems , and you think of man Doom'd to the grave's long winter , spirit - broken ...
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Side 55 - And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Side 58 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 59 - Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Side 55 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Side 30 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Side 176 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Side 82 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Side 58 - O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Side 212 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Side 235 - ... and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men: as if there were sought in knowledge a couch, whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit; or a terrace, for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect; or a tower of state, for a proud mind to raise itself upon; or a fort or commanding ground, for strife and contention; or a shop, for profit or sale; and not a rich storehouse, for the glory of the Creator and...