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The best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.
The debt immense of endless gratitude.
The drowsy frightened steeds that draw the litter of close-curtained sleep.
The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.
The end of learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love Him, and to imitate Him, by possessing our souls of true virtue.
The evening star, love's harbinger, appeared.
The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train.
The golden sun, in splendor likest heav'n,
Dispenses light from far; they, as they move
Their starry dance, in numbers that compute
Days, months, and years, towards his all-cheering lamp,
Turn swift their various motions, or are turn'd
By his magnetic beam, that gently warms
The universe; and to each inward part,
With gentle penetration, though unseen,
Shoots invisible virtue ev'n to the deep.
The greatest burden in the world is superstition, not only of ceremonies in the church, but of imaginary and scarecrow sins at home.
The hell within him.
The hidden soul of harmony.
The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.
The mind can make a heaven out of hell or a hell out of heaven.
The paradise of fools, to few unknown.
The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the radical moisture and fountain-head from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.
The pleasing poison the visage quite transforms of him that drinks, and the inglorious likeness of a beast fixes instead, unmoulding reason's mintage charactered in the face.
The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down--vast monument of strength.
The sacred influence of light appears.
The Saviour who flitted before the patriarchs through the fog of the old dispensation, and who spake in time past to the fathers by the prophets, articulate but unseen, is the same Saviour who, on the open heights of the Gospel, and in the abundant daylight of this New Testament, speaks to us. Still all along it is the same Jesus, and that Bible is from beginning to end all of it, the word of Christ.
The silver-footed queen.
The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.
The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
The strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
The sun, declined, was hastening now with prone career to the ocean isles, and in the ascending scale of heaven the stars that usher evening rose.
The truest fortitude.
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