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141 ÆäÀÌÁö - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - In its sublime research, philosophy May measure out the ocean deep, may count The sands or the sun's rays — but God ! for thee There is no weight nor measure ; none can mount Up to thy mysteries. Reason's brightest spark, Though kindled by thy light, in vain would try To trace thy counsels, infinite and dark; And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high, — E'en like past moments in eternity.
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, THOU ETERNAL ONE ! whose presence bright All space doth occupy, all motion guide ; Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight ; Thou only God ! There is no God beside ! Being above all beings ! Mighty One Whom none can comprehend and none explore...
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, Thou eternal One, whose presence bright All space doth occupy, all motion guide, Unchanged through Time's all-devastating flight— Thou only God! There is no God beside! Being above all beings! Mighty One, Whom none can comprehend, and none explore, Who fill'st existence with thyself alone; Embracing all, supporting, ruling o'er, Being whom we call God, and know no more.
271 ÆäÀÌÁö - Second Voice. How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tomb ! No tempests are there : — but the nightingales come And sing their sweet chorus of bliss. First Voice. The ravens of night flap their wings o'er the grave : Tis the vulture's abode, 'tis the wolf's dreary cave, Where they tear up the earth with their fangs.
268 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yes! as a drop of water in the sea, All this magnificence in Thee is lost : — What are ten thousand worlds compared to Thee?
282 ÆäÀÌÁö - An Introduction to the Critical Study and Knowledge of the Holy Scriptures'.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - The single dress of a woman of quality is often the product of an hundred climates. The muff and the fan come together from the different ends of the earth. The scarf is sent from the torrid zone, and the tippet from beneath the pole. The brocade petticoat rises out of the mines of Peru, and the diamond necklace out of the bowels of Indostan.
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - In time the mind comes to reflect on its own operations about the ideas got by sensation, and thereby stores itself with a new set of ideas, which I call ideas of reflection.
258 ÆäÀÌÁö - I should be glad to meet you any where, and the rather, because the conclusion of your letter makes me apprehend it would not be wholly useless to you. But whether you think it fit or not, I leave wholly to you. I shall always be ready to serve you to my utmost, in any way you shall like, and shall only need your commands or permission to do it.

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