The life of the rev. Joseph Blanco White, written by himself. Ed. by J.H. Thom, Volume 1

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Page 355 - Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said ye are gods? If he called them gods, unto whom the word of God came, and the scripture cannot be broken ; Say ye of him whom the Father hath sanctified, and sent into the world, Thou blasphemest; because I said, I am the Son of God ? If I do not the works of my Father, believe me not.
Page 44 - I firmly believe that but for the buffetings of that perilous storm, scarcely a remnant of the quick moral perception which God had naturally given to my mind would have escaped destruction by the emaciating poison of confession. I judge from the certain knowledge of the secret conduct of many members of the clergy, who were deemed patterns of devotion. Like those wretched slaves, I should have been permanently the worse for the custom of sinning and washing away the sin by confession. Free, however,...
Page 367 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 313 - As for the living bird, he shall take it, and the cedar wood, and the scarlet, and the hyssop, and shall dip them and the living bird in the blood...
Page 355 - The Jews answered him, saying, For a good work we stone thee not; but for. blasphemy; and because that thou, being a man, makest thyself God.
Page 174 - I deserved at your highness' hands. The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forego ; \ And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp; Or like a cunning instrument, cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Page 398 - A rat had gnawn my spur-leathers; notwithstanding, I put on new, and did go forth: but first I threw three beans over the threshold. Item, I went and bought two tooth-picks, whereof one I burst immediately in a discourse 140 With a Dutch merchant, 'bout ragion del stato. From him I went and paid a moccinigo For piecing my silk stockings; by the way I cheapen'd sprats; and at St. Mark's I urined.
Page 368 - But alas! the chancellor and prebendary of Sarum soon deviated from his own subscription : as he more deeply scrutinized the article of the Trinity, neither scripture nor the primitive fathers could long uphold his orthodox belief; and he could not but confess, " that the doctrine of Arius is either a truth, or at least no damnable heresy.
Page 89 - Psalm (the verses of which are alternately chaunted by the congregation and the Priest) approaches to the conclusion ; but it is not so. I confess that at the recollection of that conclusion, feelings of scorn, pity, and indignation are strangely mixed in my breast. The frantic clamours raised all at once by two or three hundred voices, in such screams as the sight of the bottomless pit yawning before them might wring from the creatures who saw the first undeniable evidence of their eternal misery...

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