The Literary Magazine, and American Register, Volume 8John Conrad & Company, 1808 |
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Página 173 - LIKE as the damask rose you see, Or like the blossom on the tree, Or like the dainty flower of May, Or like the morning of the day, Or like the sun, or like the shade, Or like the gourd which Jonas had; Even such is man, whose thread is spun, Drawn out, and cut, and so is done. The rose withers, the blossom blasteth, The flower fades, the morning hasteth, The sun sets, the shadow flies, The gourd consumes, and man — he dies!
Página 102 - The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Página 65 - Gen'rous converse ; a soul exempt from pride ; And love to praise, with reason on his side ? Such once were Critics ; such the happy few, Athens and Rome in better ages knew.
Página 102 - A bruised reed He will not break, — Afflictions all his children feel: He wounds them for his mercy's sake, • He wounds to heal.
Página 313 - If a man was to compare the effect of a single stroke of the pickaxe, or of one impression of the spade, with the general design and last result, he would be overwhelmed by the sense of their disproportion ; yet those petty operations, incessantly continued, in time surmount the greatest difficulties, and mountains are levelled, and oceans bounded, by the slender force of human beings.
Página 158 - For thoughts may past delights recall, And parted lovers meet again. I weep not for the silent dead : Their toils are past, their sorrows o'er ; And those they loved their steps shall tread, And death shall join to part no more.
Página 150 - With him was sometimes join'd, in silent walk, (Profoundly silent, for they never spoke) One shyer still, who quite detested talk : Oft, stung by spleen, at once away he broke, To groves of pine, and broad o'ershadowing oak ; There, inly thrill'd, he wander'd all alone ; And on himself his pensive fury wroke, Ne ever utter'd word, save when first shone The glittering star of eve — " Thank heaven ! the day is done.
Página 243 - I do not pretend to give such a sum ; I only lend it to you. When you shall return to your country with a good character, you cannot fail of getting into some business that will in time enable you to pay all your debts. In that case, when you meet with another honest man in similar distress you must pay me by lending this sum to him; enjoining him to discharge the debt by a like operation when he...
Página 102 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. "The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.
Página 36 - ... sail'd from, by their Sight and Smell. They, as each Torrent drives, with rapid Force From Smithfield, or St. Pulchre's shape their Course, And in huge Confluent join at Snow-Hill Ridge, Fall from the Conduit prone to Holborn-Bridge. Sweepings from Butchers Stalls, Dung, Guts, and Blood, Drown'd Puppies, stinking Sprats, all drench'd in Mud, Dead Cats and Turnip-Tops, come tumbling down the Flood.