The Death of Abel: In Five BooksT. Martin, 1791 - 152 strán (strany) |
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ABEL ADAM alfo ANAMELECH angels art thou beauty behold blefs blifs bofom bower breaft brother caft CAIN celeftial clouds compaffion confolation corpfe creatures cried cry'd curfe dæmon dear deareft death defire defpair delight diftrefs Divine dreadful duft dwelling earth embrace ETERNAL exprefs eyes faid falute father feen fhade fhall fhould fide fifter fighs fight filence fill'd fincere finner firft firſt fleep flowers fmile foft fome foon forrow foul fpirits fpoke fpring ftill ftrength fuch fuffer fupplications fupport furrounded fweat fweet grief happineſs happy hath heart heaven himſelf horror huſband labour laft lefs look LORD MAHALA mercy mifery moft moſt mother mourn muſt myfelf nefs pale pleaſure praife praiſe proftrate radife reftore reply'd rifing ſhall tears tender tender mercies thee thefe ther theſe thine THIRZA thofe thoſe thou art tranfport trembling voice weeping whofe wretched
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Strana 16 - Let the voice of man reach Thy throne, O Lord ! before that of thy other creatures. In the grey twilight, at the dawn of the morning, while the birds and...
Strana 40 - ... beauties. Seeft thou, Eve, that river, which, like a huge ferpent, winds in bright flopes through the meadows. The hill on its bank, feems at this diftance like a garden full of trees, and its top is cover'd with verdure. My dear fpoufe, return'd Eve, preffing my hand to her bofom, I (hall follow with delight the fteps of thee, my conductor and guard.
Strana i - The Death of Abel. In Five Books ; attempted from the German of Mr. Gessner.
Strana 40 - ... verdure. My dear fpoufe, return'd Eve, preffing my hand to her bofom, I (hall follow with delight the fteps of thee, my conductor and guard. We will purfue our walk towards the hill. " We were going on when we faw juft above our heads a bird fly with feeble wing : its feathers were rough and diforder'd : it caft forth plaintive cries, and having flutter'da little in the air, funk down without ftrength among the bufhes. Eve went to feek it, and beheld another lie without motion on the grafs, which...
Strana 16 - Summits of the rocks, and the fliining fides of the mountains, the exhalations nfcend and mix with the pure air of the morning, as the fmoke of burntofferings arife from the altar. Thus nature celebrates the returning light, and pays to nature's God the facrifice of grateful praife: Praife him all things that exift ; praife him whofe wifdom and goodnefs produc'd and preierves all.
Strana 14 - Taught by reafon to chufe and rejeft, (he, with a wife ceconomy, admits only what forms harmonious relations. Delightful employment ! Laudable conftancy ! I honour the bard, who, to excite fentiments of virtue in the yielding heart, watches the nocturnal fong of the grafhopper, till the riling of the morning ftar.
Strana 19 - Cain parting by the fragrant lhade, and heard Abel's melodious voice, and had beheld his delighted father tenderly embrace him. At this fight envy fix'd her envenom'd fting in his heart, and he giving a furious look at the bower, cry'd, What figns of joy are here ! What fond carefTes ! I too might fing were my days, like his, fpent in idly reclining in the fhnde, while the flocks were {porting, or cropping the green herbage : but I am not made for fingiag. Rugged labour is my inheritance : tho...
Strana 40 - ... expulsion from Paradise, the sight of a dead bird first revealed to her the nature of death. "It is I ! It is I ! Unhappy that I am, who have brought misery and grief on every creature ! For my sin, these pretty, harmless animals are punished.
Strana 152 - I will follicit for him a pardon. She now wept as irrefolute, when inftantly exhalations, more balfamic than are breath'd from all the flowers of fpring, furrounded the fugitives, and, the voice of an invifible angel from over their heads, faid, Go, generous wife, I will, in a dream, inform thy tender mother of -thy heroic 'courage. I will tell her, thou art gone with thy -penitent hufoand to implore mercy for him, from the Sovereign Judge.
Strana 109 - O now. arm, which fo haftily executed the impulies of paffion, mayft thou wither on my body like the blighted limb of a tree! Curs'd be the hour when a dream from hell deceiv'd me...