Literary life and select works of Benjamin Stillingfleet [ed. by W. Coxe].

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811

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86. oldal - And he said unto his daughters, And where is he ? why is it that ye have left the man ? call him, that he may eat bread.
86. oldal - Now the priest of Midian had seven daughters: and they came and drew water, and filled the troughs to water their father's flock. And the shepherds came and drove them away: but Moses stood up and helped them, and watered their flock. And when they came to Reuel their father, he said, How is it that ye are come so soon to-day? And they said, An Egyptian delivered us out of the hand of the shepherds, and also drew water enough for us, and watered the flock.
215. oldal - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
46. oldal - Or food-full substance ; not the labouring steed, The herd, and. flock that feed us ; not the mine That yields us stores for elegance and use, The sea that loads our...
24. oldal - Tis in the ablest hand a dang'rous tool, But never fails to wound the meddling fool ; For all must grant, it needs no common art To keep men patient, when we make them smart. Not wit alone, nor...
13. oldal - Argyll, the state's whole thunder born to wield, And shake alike the senate and the field?
244. oldal - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
46. oldal - Which strike ev'n eyes incurious ; but each moss, Each shell, each crawling insect, holds a rank Important in the plan of Him who framed This scale of beings ; holds a rank which lost Would break the chain, and leave behind a gap Which Nature's self would rue.
16. oldal - Priscus nothing more than heats, In Codex burns, and ruins all it meets ; How freedom now a lovely face shall wear, Now shock us in the likeness of a bear ; How jealousy in some resembles hate, In others, seems but love grown delicate ; How modesty is often pride refin'd, And virtue but the canker of the mind : How love of riches, grandeur, life, and fame, Wear different shapes, and yet are still the same.
13. oldal - When Flavia entertains us with her dreams, And Macer with his no less airy schemes ; When peevishness, and jealousy and pride, And int'rest that can brother hearts divide, In their imagin'd forms our eyesight hit, Of an old maid, a poet, peer or cit ; Can then, You'll say, philosophy refrain, And check the torrent of each boiling vein ? Yes. She can still do more ; view passion's, slave With mind serene, indulge him, and yet save. But self-conceit steps in, and with strict eye Scans every man, and...

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