Proceedings of the Wesley Historical Society, Volume 5Society, 1906 Special publications were issued in signatures with the Proceedings, v. 2, 5-7. |
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Altered Ansford appears April Band ticket BARLEY HALL Bradford Bristol brother Burslem Castle Cary chapel Charles Wesley Christ Church Clarke copy Countess of Huntingdon Cowper Crake daughter David Jefferies death died Dublin English Epworth father foot-note George given Green H. J. FOSTER Hall Hutton hymns I'anson James James Hutton Jesus John Wesley July June Kirkham Leeds letter Lincoln College living London Lord March married Mary Meth Methodist Nottingham Oxford parish Parkgate Pitcombe poem preacher printed Proc Proceedings quotation quoted rector reference Richard Road Robert Samuel Samuel Wesley says sermon Society soul stanzas Stonehouse Street Thomas Thos Thou town tune Tyerman verse WESLEY HISTORICAL Wesley Manse Wesley preached Wesley's Journal Wesleyan Whitefield wife William words Wroote
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Página 224 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Página 160 - Statesman, yet friend to truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear ; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the muse he loved,
Página 127 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Página 126 - Huge heaps of hoary mouldered walls. Yet Time has seen, that lifts the low, And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile complete, Big with the vanity of state; But transient is the smile of fate! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, 90 Is all the proud and> mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Página 127 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 160 - Thou, Abelard ! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day: See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul ! Ah...
Página 146 - So shall they fear the name of the LORD from the west, and His glory from the rising of the sun. When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the LORD shall lift up a standard against him.
Página 124 - If all be true that I do think, There are five reasons we should drink: Good wine— a friend— or being dry— Or lest we should be, by and by— Or any other reason why!
Página 88 - ... wherever he went, he diffused a portion of his own felicity. Easy and affable in his demeanour, he accommodated himself to every sort of company, and showed how happily the most finished courtesy may be blended with the most perfect piety. In his conversation, we might be at a loss whether to admire most, his fine classical taste, his extensive knowledge of men and things, or his overflowing goodness of heart. While the grave and serious were charmed with his wisdom, his sportive sallies of innocent...
Página 183 - A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall ; Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all.