John Elliott, the Reformed: An Old Sailor's Legacy

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Usher & Strickland, 1841 - 216 páginas
 

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Página 84 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprisoned in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Página 84 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 121 - There is no argument of more antiquity and elegancy than is the matter of Love ; for it seems to be as old as the world, and to bear date from the first time that man and woman was : therefore in this, as in the finest metal, the freshest wits have in all ages shown their best workmanship.
Página 96 - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
Página 5 - These are the scum, with which coarse wits abound : The fine may spare these well, yet not go less. All things are big with jest : nothing that's plain But may be witty, if thou hast the vein.
Página 17 - As deeper learn'd ; the deepest, learning still. For, what a thunder of Omnipotence (So might I dare to speak) is seen in all ! In man ! in Earth ! in more amazing skies ! Teaching this lesson, pride is loth to learn — > " Not deeply to discern, not much to know, Mankind was born to wonder, and adore.
Página 117 - His own soft hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, And death itself, shall die.
Página 16 - Science fails. Man's science is the culture of his heart, And not to lose his plummet in the depths Of Nature, or the more profound of God : Either to know, is an attempt that sets The wisest on a level with the fool.
Página 62 - Oh, sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust, Burn to the socket.
Página 5 - twould grieve a soul to see God's image So blemished and defaced, yet do they act Such antic and such pretty lunacies, That spite of sorrow they will make you smile : Others again we have like hungry lions, Fierce as wild-bulls, untameable as flies, And these have oftentimes from strangers...

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