The Spectator; in miniature: being a collection of the principal religious, moral, humorous, satyrical & critical essays contained in that celebrated publication, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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A. Sherman, 1808
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Page 113 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 138 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 180 - On the contrary, foolish men are more apt to consider what they have lost than what they possess; and to fix their eyes upon those who are richer than themselves, rather than on those who are under greater difficulties. All the real pleasures and...
Page 137 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 95 - God and separate spirits, are made up of the simple ideas we receive from reflection: vg having, from what we experiment in ourselves, got the ideas of existence and duration, of knowledge and power, of pleasure and happiness, and of several other qualities and powers, which it is better to have, than to be without; when we would frame an idea the most suitable we can to the Supreme Being, we enlarge every one of these with our idea of infinity; and so putting them together, make our complex idea...
Page 20 - How are Thy servants blest, O Lord How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air.
Page 175 - I could not but observe that there were many more imaginary than real. One little packet I could not but take notice of, which was a complication of all the diseases incident to human nature, and was in the hand of a great many fine people: this was called the Spleen.
Page 20 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths : their soul is melted because of trouble : they reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Page 20 - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. " The storm was laid, the winds retired, Obedient to thy will; The sea that roar'd at thy command, At thy command was still.
Page 163 - The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity. Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies ! Sink down, ye mountains ; and ye valleys, rise ! With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay ; Be smooth, ye rocks ; ye rapid floods, give way. The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold ! Hear Him, ye deaf; and all ye blind, behold...

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