The Works of Hannah More, Volume 1T. Cadell, 1830 |
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Page 153
... spare the tale ! ' Tis full of horror ! Dreadful was the sight ! The hungry lions , greedy for their prey , Devour'd the wretched princes ere they reach'd The bottom of the den . Dar . Now , now confess , ' Twas some A SACRED DRAMA . 153.
... spare the tale ! ' Tis full of horror ! Dreadful was the sight ! The hungry lions , greedy for their prey , Devour'd the wretched princes ere they reach'd The bottom of the den . Dar . Now , now confess , ' Twas some A SACRED DRAMA . 153.
Page 154
Hannah More. Dar . Now , now confess , ' Twas some superior hand restrain'd their rage , And tam'd their furious appetites . ' Tis true . People . The God of Daniel is a mighty God ; He saves and HE destroys . Aras . O friend ! O Daniel ...
Hannah More. Dar . Now , now confess , ' Twas some superior hand restrain'd their rage , And tam'd their furious appetites . ' Tis true . People . The God of Daniel is a mighty God ; He saves and HE destroys . Aras . O friend ! O Daniel ...
Page 189
... Twas sin , the original disease ! From Adam the infection ran , In downward course from man to man , Though all who draw the vital breath Must pay the penalty of death , Yet one * immortal pair we see ; Pledge of our immortality ...
... Twas sin , the original disease ! From Adam the infection ran , In downward course from man to man , Though all who draw the vital breath Must pay the penalty of death , Yet one * immortal pair we see ; Pledge of our immortality ...
Page 201
... Twas there th ' illustrious Tishbite , born On Baal to pour indignant scorn , With keenest irony maintains His power divine , in heaven who reigns ; Contemns , as round the trench he trod , Their HISTORICAL BOOKS . 201.
... Twas there th ' illustrious Tishbite , born On Baal to pour indignant scorn , With keenest irony maintains His power divine , in heaven who reigns ; Contemns , as round the trench he trod , Their HISTORICAL BOOKS . 201.
Page 211
... twas his fate to see Accomplish'd his own prophecy . In what pathetic strains he show'd Their miseries from their vices flow'd ! The form of goodness they defend , But hate its power , and miss its end . For lying vanities abhorr'd ...
... twas his fate to see Accomplish'd his own prophecy . In what pathetic strains he show'd Their miseries from their vices flow'd ! The form of goodness they defend , But hate its power , and miss its end . For lying vanities abhorr'd ...
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1st Cour Abner Aras Araspes Babylon behold Belshazzar BIRTHA Bishop BONNER bless blest bliss boast bold bon-ton breast bright Chaldea charms crown crown'd Daniel dare Darius DAVID AND GOLIATH death deeds delight divine dread E'en e'er eternal Euphrates ev'ry fair faith fame fancy fate fear feel FLORIO fond glory God's grace hand hear heard heart Heav'n holy honour human IANTHE IANTHE's impart Israel JOCHEBED king live Lord lov'd lyre Mede mercy mighty mind moral Muse ne'er never nymph o'er passion peace Phar Pharaoh Pharnaces Philistia pleasure pow'r praise prayer pride prince promis'd prophet reign sacred sage saint Saul scene shades sight song SORANUS soul spirit sweet tale taste taught tears tell thee thine things thou hast thought trembling truth Twas vex'd virgin train virtue wealth Whate'er wisdom youth
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Page 247 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 137 - Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils : for wherein is he to be accounted of?
Page 391 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Page 175 - Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs ; Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease, And though but few can serve, yet all may please; O let the ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence. To spread large bounties though we wish in vain, Yet all may shun the guilt of giving pain...
Page 161 - The soul on earth is an immortal guest, Compelled to starve at an unreal feast : A spark, which upward tends by nature's force -. A stream, diverted from its parent source ; A drop, dissevered from the boundless sea ; A moment, parted from eternity ; A pilgrim, panting for the rest to come ; An exile, anxious for his native home.
Page 72 - Dissever'd each from each, ere long to feed The fierce, blood-snuffing vulture. Mark me well! Around my spear I'll twist thy shining locks...
Page 69 - Accept the challenge of Philistia's chief? What victor king, what gen'ral drench'd in blood. Claims this high privilege? What are his rights ? What proud credentials does the boaster bring To prove his claim? W:hat cities laid in ashes? What ruin'd provinces? What slaughter'd realms? What heads of heroes, and what hearts of kings, In battle kill'd, or at his altars slain.
Page 174 - As words are but th' external marks to tell The fair ideas in the mind that dwell ; And only are of things the outward sign, And not the things themselves they but define ; So exclamations, tender tones, fond tears, And all the graceful...
Page 24 - Fountain of Mercy! whose pervading eye Can look within and read what passes : there, Accept my thoughts for thanks ! I have no words. My soul, o'erfraught with gratitude, rejects The aid of language — Lord!
Page 35 - O bienheureux mille fois L'enfant que le Seigneur aime, Qui de bonne heure entend sa voix, Et que ce Dieu daigne instruire lui-même...