Medical Extracts: On the Nature of Health, with Practical Observations and the Laws of the Nervous and Fibrous Systems by a Friend to Improvements, Volume 41797 |
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Page 651
... THEE in this great spectacle , THOU giveft them of all nature : it is not because THOU art far from any of us . Every one of us feels THEE , as it were , with his hand : but d2 the the fenfes , and paffions they raise , take up xxvii.
... THEE in this great spectacle , THOU giveft them of all nature : it is not because THOU art far from any of us . Every one of us feels THEE , as it were , with his hand : but d2 the the fenfes , and paffions they raise , take up xxvii.
Page 652
... THEE , and fondly afcribe to THEE the power of giving them pleasure ; although , in reality , pleasure cannot be felt by inanimate matter , and animation can alone spring from THEE , who art the true source of all life . If therefore ...
... THEE , and fondly afcribe to THEE the power of giving them pleasure ; although , in reality , pleasure cannot be felt by inanimate matter , and animation can alone spring from THEE , who art the true source of all life . If therefore ...
Page 653
... THEE not . The very light , that should light them , ftrikes them blind ; like the rays of the fun which hinders us from seeing that luminary . In fine , because THOU art too elevated , and too pure in thy nature to affect grofs fenfes ...
... THEE not . The very light , that should light them , ftrikes them blind ; like the rays of the fun which hinders us from seeing that luminary . In fine , because THOU art too elevated , and too pure in thy nature to affect grofs fenfes ...
Page 654
... THEE ! " For who is " like unto THEE , O LORD ? My heart melts , and 66 my fleth faints , O GOD OF MY SOUL , and ETERNAL WEALTH . " my THE THE PLAN . In the fecond volume , when treating XXX.
... THEE ! " For who is " like unto THEE , O LORD ? My heart melts , and 66 my fleth faints , O GOD OF MY SOUL , and ETERNAL WEALTH . " my THE THE PLAN . In the fecond volume , when treating XXX.
Page 692
... Thee , goddefs , thee BRITANNIA's ifle adores ; " how has the oft exhausted all her stores , how oft , in fields of death , thy prefence sought , nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought ! On foreign mountains , let the fun refine ...
... Thee , goddefs , thee BRITANNIA's ifle adores ; " how has the oft exhausted all her stores , how oft , in fields of death , thy prefence sought , nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought ! On foreign mountains , let the fun refine ...
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Page 866 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 812 - I condemn ; Taught by that power that pities me, I learn to pity them. But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego, All earth-born cares are wrong ; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
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Page 772 - ... impotent — doubly so, indeed, from this mercenary aid on which you rely; for it irritates, to an incurable resentment, the minds of your enemies — to overrun them with the mercenary sons of rapine and plunder, devoting them and their possessions to the rapacity of hireling cruelty ! If I were an American as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never!
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Page 897 - ... from the relish of virtuous actions, and by degrees exchange that pleasure which it takes in the performance of its duty, for delights of a much more inferior and unprofitable nature.
Page 661 - No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.
Page 811 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.