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Page 196 - It is so with me, for you are in one thing an evangelical man, that you know not where to lay your head ; and, I think, you have no house.
Page 115 - ... utterly forgetful of that world from which we are gone, and ripening for that to which we are to go. If you retain any memory of the past...
Page 116 - Remember it was at such a time, that the greatest lights of antiquity dazzled and blazed the most, in their retreat, in their exile, or in their death. But why do I talk of dazzling or blazing ? it was then that they did good, that they gave light, and that they became guides to mankind.
Page 136 - It was but this very morning that he had obtained her parents' consent, and it was but till the next week that they were to wait to be happy. Perhaps...
Page 137 - They perceived the barley all in a smoke ; and then spied this faithful pair, John with one arm about Sarah's neck, and the other held over her, as to screen her from the lightning.
Page 116 - ... our declining years, the drums and rattles of ambition, and the dirt and bubbles of avarice.
Page 203 - ... coming, that my poor mother is dead. I thank God her death was as easy as her life was innocent ; and as it cost her not a groan, or even a sigh, there is yet upon her countenance such an expression of tranquillity, nay, almost of pleasure, that it is even amiable to behold it. It would afford the finest image of a saint expired that ever painting drew...
Page 230 - I protest I never applied that name to her in any verse of mine, public or private ; (and I firmly believe) not in any Letter or Conversation. Whoever could invent a Falsehood to support an accusation, I pity ; and whoever can believe such a Character to be theirs, I pity still more.
Page 213 - Augustus himself makes the greater figure, in the writings of the former, or of the latter? and whether Nero and Domitian do not appear as ridiculous for their false taste and affectation, in Persius and Juvenal, as odious for their bad government in Tacitus and Suetonius?