The Works of Hannah More, Volume 1T. Cadell, 1830 |
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... never seen ! Prin . Who knows but some unhappy Hebrew woman Has thus expos'd her infant , to evade The stern decree of my too cruel sire . Unhappy mothers ! oft my heart has bled In secret anguish o'er your slaughter'd sons ; Powerless ...
... never seen ! Prin . Who knows but some unhappy Hebrew woman Has thus expos'd her infant , to evade The stern decree of my too cruel sire . Unhappy mothers ! oft my heart has bled In secret anguish o'er your slaughter'd sons ; Powerless ...
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... never serve their cause , Nor can his single death prevent their greatness . Mel . Trust not to that vain hope . By weakest means And most unlikely instruments , full oft Are great events produc'd . This rescu'd child Perhaps may 18 ...
... never serve their cause , Nor can his single death prevent their greatness . Mel . Trust not to that vain hope . By weakest means And most unlikely instruments , full oft Are great events produc'd . This rescu'd child Perhaps may 18 ...
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... never , never see my boy ! Enter MIRIAM . Joc . Come and lament with me thy brother's loss Mir . Come and adore with me the God of Jacob ! Joe . Miriam ! -the child is dead ! Mir . - He lives ! he lives ! Joc . Impossible ! — Oh , do ...
... never , never see my boy ! Enter MIRIAM . Joc . Come and lament with me thy brother's loss Mir . Come and adore with me the God of Jacob ! Joe . Miriam ! -the child is dead ! Mir . - He lives ! he lives ! Joc . Impossible ! — Oh , do ...
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... never lov'd my boy till now . TO HIM who gives him back I will restore My rescued infant . Enter MIRIAM . Miriam , why this haste ? Elate thou seemest . Mir . Suddenly my sense Is wrapt in ecstasy.— What is't I see ? What visions of ...
... never lov'd my boy till now . TO HIM who gives him back I will restore My rescued infant . Enter MIRIAM . Miriam , why this haste ? Elate thou seemest . Mir . Suddenly my sense Is wrapt in ecstasy.— What is't I see ? What visions of ...
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... never reign'd . No : glory darts her soul - pervading ray On thrones and cottages , regardless still Of all the artificial , nice distinctions Vain human customs make . Saul . Where is this youth ? Ab . Without thy tent he waits . Such ...
... never reign'd . No : glory darts her soul - pervading ray On thrones and cottages , regardless still Of all the artificial , nice distinctions Vain human customs make . Saul . Where is this youth ? Ab . Without thy tent he waits . Such ...
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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...