The Cambrian mirror, or North Wales tourist (Google eBook)

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Page 107 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 47 - Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand and thrust it into my side. And be not faithless, but believing.
Page 222 - While from the bounded level of our mind, Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind; But more advanc'd, behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless science rise!
Page 229 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
Page 126 - There appeared in these our days a man of great virtue, named JESUS CHRIST, who is yet living among us ; and of the Gentiles is accepted for a prophet of truth ; but his own disciples call him the SON OF GOD.
Page 127 - In reproving he is terrible ; in admonishing, courteous, and fair spoken; pleasant in conversation, mixed with gravity. It cannot be remarked that any one saw him laugh, but many have seen him weep.
Page 51 - This spot was often dignified by the presence of SAMUEL JOHNSON, LL.D. Whose moral writings, exactly conformable to the precepts of Christianity, Gave ardour to Virtue and confidence to Truth.
Page 143 - ... endless science rise ! So pleased at first the towering Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky...
Page 125 - Reside the Sages skill'd in nature's lore : The changeful universe, its numbers, powers, Studious they measure, save when meditation Gives place to holy rites : then in the grove Each hath his rank and function. Yonder grots Are tenanted by bards, who nightly thence, Rob'd in their flowing vests of innocent white, Descend, with harps that glitter to the moon, Hymning immortal strains.
Page 167 - With the woman one loves, with the friend of one's heart, and a good study of books, (says Lord Lyttleton to his friend Mr. Bower,) one might pass an age in this vale, and think it a day.

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