The Favourite of Nature: A Tale ...

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G. and W. B. Whittaker, 1822

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318 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
318 ÆäÀÌÁö - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is something in the very act of prayer that for a time stills the violence of passion and elevates and purifies the affections. When affliction presses hard, and the weakness of human nature looks around in vain for support, how natural is the impulse that throws us on our knees...
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate ! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, — do all things but forget.
315 ÆäÀÌÁö - And, mid these days of dark alarm, Almost to hope allure. Methinks with purpose soft ye come To tell of brighter hours, Of May's blue skies, abundant bloom, Her sunny gales and showers.
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - cast all your care upon him, knowing that he careth for you.
290 ÆäÀÌÁö - When, at eve, at the boundary of the landscape, the heaven appears to recline so closely on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, a native land of love, and Nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - When affliction presses hard, and the weakness of human nature looks round, in vain, for support, how natural is the impulse that throws us on our knees before Him who has laid his chastenings upon us ; and how...
381 ÆäÀÌÁö - She continued during the night, gradually sinking, but as gently as an infant falls asleep. The sun began to rise, and was already glancing its beams upon the window. I looked from it upon the glorious object. Never was seen a more enchanting morning ! The early birds were flying about,, and singing upon every bush and tree, as if they did not know how to contain themselves for joy. " I sighed as I remembered my poor Eliza's desire to depart under the cheering...
382 ÆäÀÌÁö - Eliza*s desire to depart under the cheering influence of daylight — alas ! her wishes were upon the eve of accomplishment. ' I returned to my station by her bedside ; my father sat on the other side — watching her with anxious solicitude. ' She appeared to have fallen into a slumber — but suddenly she pronounced my name. ' I bent my head close to hers, the better to distinguish her accents, now but faint and low. ' " See how bright a day !" said she :

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