The works of Hannah More, with a memoir and notes, Bind 6


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Side 72 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support...
Side 298 - He made him ride on the high places of the earth, That he might eat the increase of the fields; And he made him to suck honey out of the rock, And oil out of the flinty rock...
Side 287 - So spake the Seraph Abdiel, faithful found ; Among the faithless faithful only he ; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; 900 Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Side 91 - O bienheureux mille fois L'enfant que le Seigneur aime, Qui de bonne heure entend sa voix, Et que ce Dieu daigne instruire lui-même...
Side 287 - For dignity composed, and high exploit : But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels : for his thoughts were low : To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds Timorous and slothful : yet he...
Side 265 - Much less can that have any place At which a virgin hides her face, Such dross the fire must purge away; 'tis just The author blush, there where the reader must.
Side 140 - gainst the low baits of sense, Will find temptation's arrows hurtless strike Against the brazen shield of temperance. For 'tis th...
Side 371 - There is therefore now no condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.
Side 166 - The righteous is delivered out of trouble, and the wicked cometh in his stead.
Side 88 - Fountain of Mercy! whose pervading eye Can look within and read what passes there, Accept my thoughts for thanks! I have no words. My soul, o'erfraught with gratitude, rejects The aid of language — Lord!

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