Godfrey Davenant. A tale of school life

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Joseph Masters, 1847 - 276 páginas

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Página 217 - If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger ! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him 50 Is in its infancy.
Página 133 - Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee? 22 I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
Página 217 - ... contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Is ever on himself, doth look on one, The least of nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever. O, be wiser thou! Instructed that 'true knowledge leads to love, True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.
Página 249 - For if, after they have escaped the pollutions of the world, through the knowledge of the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, they are again entangled therein, and overcome, the latter end is worse with them than the beginning. For it had been better for them not to have known the way of righteousness, than, after they have known it, to turn from the holy commandment delivered unto them.
Página 170 - Lively he seemed, and spoke of all he knew — The friendly many, and the favourite few : Nor one that day did he to mind recall, But she has treasured, and she loves them all: When in her way she meets them, they appear Peculiar people — death has made them dear. He named his friend, but then his hand she pressed, And fondly whispered, " Thou must go to rest." "I go," he said; but, as he spoke, she found His hand more cold, and fluttering was the sound!
Página 148 - Whereupon the young man made no answer, but cast down his head, and went away. This last "And then ?" had pierced like a flash of lightning into his soul, and he could not get quit of it.

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