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... poor ; " - " they have afflicted strangers ; " - " they have changed the truth of God into a lie , and as they have not liked to retain God in their knowledge , God has given them over to a reprobate mind to do those things which are ...
... poor ; " - " they have afflicted strangers ; " - " they have changed the truth of God into a lie , and as they have not liked to retain God in their knowledge , God has given them over to a reprobate mind to do those things which are ...
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... poor . Long and valiantly has this noble army of martyrs fought the good fight against the mighty giant Slavery in his tower of wickedness . He has but laughed them to scorn , secure that the foundations of his citadel can never be ...
... poor . Long and valiantly has this noble army of martyrs fought the good fight against the mighty giant Slavery in his tower of wickedness . He has but laughed them to scorn , secure that the foundations of his citadel can never be ...
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... poor Africans to be Christians , and has made you no longer the executioners of his wrath , but the almoners of his bounty , to convert them , by means of slavery , to Christ . You are appointed to put chains upon them , and to buy and ...
... poor Africans to be Christians , and has made you no longer the executioners of his wrath , but the almoners of his bounty , to convert them , by means of slavery , to Christ . You are appointed to put chains upon them , and to buy and ...
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... the heartless stare of death . " ( P. 16 . " Like the poor pallid ghost of a dead smile which Plays over lips that never shall smile more . " ( P. 37. ) VOL . XXIX . B The world at noon is said to be Virtue , Night and the Soul . 17.
... the heartless stare of death . " ( P. 16 . " Like the poor pallid ghost of a dead smile which Plays over lips that never shall smile more . " ( P. 37. ) VOL . XXIX . B The world at noon is said to be Virtue , Night and the Soul . 17.
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... poor . Fools , your doublets shone with gold , and your hearts were gay and bold , When ye kissed you lily hands to your lemans to - day ; And to - morrow shall the fox , from the chamber in the rocks , Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl ...
... poor . Fools , your doublets shone with gold , and your hearts were gay and bold , When ye kissed you lily hands to your lemans to - day ; And to - morrow shall the fox , from the chamber in the rocks , Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl ...
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Page 53 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 149 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God, within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in thee ! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts : unutterably vain ; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main...
Page 209 - With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Page 213 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jaeet ! Lastly, whereas this book, by the title it hath, calls itself The First Part of tlie General History of the World...
Page 95 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Page 340 - The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.
Page 273 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Page 274 - PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames...
Page 208 - Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? 'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Page 208 - Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile, Like wealthy men who care not how they give. But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills, And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me, And tho...