Emily, a moral tale, including letters from a father to his daughter, Volume 2

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Page 47 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Page 191 - POWER OF RELIGION on the Mind, in Retirement, Affliction, and at the approach of Death; exemplified in the Testimonies and Experience of Persons distinguished by their greatness, learning, or virtue. " 'Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amidst life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill.
Page 9 - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, that man's religion is vain...
Page 280 - Thefe are not ills ; elfe would they never fall On heaven's firft favourites, and the beft of men The gods, in bounty, work up ftorms about us, That give mankind occafion to exert Their hidden ftrength, and throw out into praftic Virtues, that fhun the day, and lie conceal'd In the fmooth feafons, and the calms of life.
Page 47 - O'er heaven's clear azure fpreads her facred light ; When not a breath difturbs the deep ferene, And not a cloud o'ercafts the folemn fcene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And ftars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole : O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure fhed, And tip with filver every mountain's head ; Then fhine the...
Page 48 - Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils And due repose, he loiters to behold The sunshine gleaming as through amber clouds, O'er all the western sky : full soon, I ween, His rude expression and untutor'd airs, Beyond the power of language, "will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart, How lovely!
Page 210 - To paint its power? For this the daring youth Breaks from his weeping mother's anxious arms, In foreign climes to rove : the pensive sage, Heedless of sleep, or midnight's harmful...
Page 7 - tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Page 49 - Th' illuftrious chief of Troy Stretch 'd his fond arms to clalp the lovely boy. The babe clung crying to his nurfe's breaft, Scar'd at the dazzling helm, and nodding creft. With fecret pleafure each fond parent fmil'd, And...
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