The English Reader, Or, Pieces in Prose and Verse: Selected from the Best Writers : Designed to Assist Young Persons to Read with Propriety and Effect, to Improve Their Language and Sentiments, and to Inculcate Some of the Most Important Principles of Piety and Virtue
William Williams, 1823 - 252 strán (strany)
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Strana 241 - 4 All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body nature is, and God the soul: That, chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame ; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the. tree*■•,•
Strana 242 - bear : Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r, Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good ; And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear—whatever is, is
Strana 214 - SECTION VI. Gratitude. WHEN all thy mercies', O my God'! My rising soul surveys', Transported with the view', I'm lost In wonder*, love', and praise*. 2 O how shall words', with equal warmth', The gratitude declare', That glows within my ravish'd heart* ? But thou canst read it there*. 3 Thy providence my life sustain'd', And all my wants
Strana 197 - tis madness to defer : Next day the fatal precedent will plead; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time. Year after year it steals, till all are fled ; And, to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene. 2 Of
Strana 244 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge ' Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city
Strana 218 - 5 His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With ev'ry plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, I That singing, up to heaven's gate ascend,
Strana 235 - And binding nature fast in fate', Left free the human will\ 4 What conscience dictates to be done\ Or warns me not to do', This teach me more than hell to shun', That more than heav'n pursue\ £5 What blessings thy free bounty gives', Let me not cast away
Strana 200 - I had much rather be myself the slave, And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him. We have no slaves at home—then why abroad ? And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loos'd. Of all your empire ; that where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy
Strana 27 - than a stalled ox and hatred therewith*. ' Pride goeth before destruction'; and a haughty spirit before a fall\ Hear counsel*, and receive instruction', that thou mayest be truly wise''. Faithful are the wounds of a friend''; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful*. Open rebuke', is better than secret
Strana 244 - so soft'ning into shade,, And all so forming an harmonious whole, That as they still succeed, they ravish still. 5 But wand'ring oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that