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257 ÆäÀÌÁö - And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye ?—Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and behold a beam is in thine own eye ?—Thou hypocrite! first cast out the beam out of
605 ÆäÀÌÁö - Every freeman has an undoubted right to lay what sentiments " he pleases before the public; to forbid this is to destroy the " freedom of the press; but if he publishes what is improper, « mischievous, or illegal, he must take the consequences of his ^' own temerity.
412 ÆäÀÌÁö - in, must ever begin with telling where he is, or else the tale will not be conceived. Now you shall have three ladies walk to gather flowers, and then we must believe the stage to be a garden. By and by we hear news of a shipwreck in the same
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - 1. The turf shall be my fragrant shrine— My temple, Lord! that arch of thine— My censer's breath the mountain airs, And silent thoughts my only prayers. 2. My choir shall be the moonlight waves, When murmuring homeward to their caves ; Or when the stillness of the sea, Even more than music, breathes of Thee I
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - compare and collate the distresses of all men in all countries. His plan is original: it is as full of genius as it is of humanity. It was a voyage of discovery ; a circumnavigation of charity. Already the benefit of his labour is felt more or less in every country: I hope
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way : 2. So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft through Virtue's purer air To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - 3. Ill seek, by day, some glade unknown, All light and silence, like thy Throne; And the pale stars shall be, at night. The only eyes that watch my rite. 4. Thy Heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look, Shall be my pure and shining Book, Where I shall read, in words of
412 ÆäÀÌÁö - then we are to blame if we accept it not for a rock. Upon the back of that comes out a hideous monster with fire and smoke, and then the miserable beholders are bound to take it for a cave.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - 2. So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft through Virtue's purer air To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud—no lure to stay My Soul as home she springs— Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - cxlvii. 3. I. Oh ! thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live. When winter comes, are flown, And he, who has but tears to give. Must weep those tears alone. But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which like the plants that throw

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