Southern Literary Messenger, Volume 4T.W. White, 1838 |
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... live , and the glorious freedom which you enjoy ; and if these are to be perpetuated , it can only be by a regard to those principles . Civil and religious liberty is more indebted to Luther and Calvin and their compeers of the ...
... live , and the glorious freedom which you enjoy ; and if these are to be perpetuated , it can only be by a regard to those principles . Civil and religious liberty is more indebted to Luther and Calvin and their compeers of the ...
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... live without drudging at his profession . He bore with a patience and serenity which , we fear , bordered on meanness , the morose humors of his uncle , and the sneering reflections which his cousin cast on Whatever Burleigh's motives ...
... live without drudging at his profession . He bore with a patience and serenity which , we fear , bordered on meanness , the morose humors of his uncle , and the sneering reflections which his cousin cast on Whatever Burleigh's motives ...
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... live till midnight . " At his side rode Brissonet , his favorite , and one of his chief encouragers to the present enterprise . His attire was a strange mixture of the dress of the soldier and the ecclesiastic . He wore a vest of white ...
... live till midnight . " At his side rode Brissonet , his favorite , and one of his chief encouragers to the present enterprise . His attire was a strange mixture of the dress of the soldier and the ecclesiastic . He wore a vest of white ...
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... live in po- his death so suddenly ? —a fit — a fall - or a duel , per - verty . Had you the spirit of a man , there would be haps . " some reason to hope that the time might come , when we should not be pointed at as the poorest family ...
... live in po- his death so suddenly ? —a fit — a fall - or a duel , per - verty . Had you the spirit of a man , there would be haps . " some reason to hope that the time might come , when we should not be pointed at as the poorest family ...
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... live to witness the sorrow and misery of your wicked father ! Oh , I discover in you now the image of your own poor ... lives ! she lives ! " cried Mary . " My own dear mother still lives to bless you ! " Among the writers of the present ...
... live to witness the sorrow and misery of your wicked father ! Oh , I discover in you now the image of your own poor ... lives ! she lives ! " cried Mary . " My own dear mother still lives to bless you ! " Among the writers of the present ...
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Página 204 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Página 130 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Página 195 - We see in needle-works and embroideries, it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground, than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed: for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity doth best discover virtue.
Página 280 - Wherefore, that here we may briefly end, of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world; all things in heaven• and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Página 147 - And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
Página 284 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Página 21 - For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age.
Página 130 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 88 - The various off rings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks. And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The Tortoise here and Elephant unite. Transform 'd to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux.
Página 130 - The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye, As the perfumed tincture of the roses ; Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue* only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.