The Life and Remains of the Rev. Edward Daniel Clarke, LL. D., Professor of Mineralogy in the University of Cambridge

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316 ÆäÀÌÁö - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of lona.
464 ÆäÀÌÁö - That these made war with Bera king of Sodom, and with Birsha king of Gomorrah, Shinab king of Admah, and Shemeber king of Zeboiim, and the king of Bela, which is Zoar.
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - Praesentiorem et conspicimus Deum Per invias rupes, fera per juga, Clivosque praeruptos, sonantes Inter aquas, nemorumque noctem...
103 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hamilton had conceived that no stones thrown upon a current of lava would make any impression. We were soon convinced of the contrary. Light bodies of five, ten, and fifteen pounds weight made little or no impression even at the source ; but bodies of sixty, seventy, and eighty pounds were seen to form a kind of bed on the surface of the lava, and float away with it. A stone of three hundred weight that had been thrown out by the crater, lay near the source of the current of lava.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where, midst the changeful scenery, ever new, Fancy a thousand wondrous forms descries, More wildly great than ever pencil drew, Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size, And glittering cliffs on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise.
660 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have lived," said Dr. Adam Clarke, " long enough to know that the great secret of human happiness is this : never suffer your energies to stagnate. The old adage of " too many irons in the fire,
397 ÆäÀÌÁö - AND the Lord spake unto Moses, saying, See, I have called by name Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah : and I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all manner of workmanship...
654 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hear; for I will speak of excellent things; and the opening of my lips shall be right things.
509 ÆäÀÌÁö - Solitude! to thee His early vows were paid, From heart sincere and warm and free, Devoted to the shade. Ah, why did Fate his steps decoy In stormy paths to roam, Remote from all congenial joy...
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - We were now treading that illustrious island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge, and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible, if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish, if it were possible. Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity...

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