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505 ÆäÀÌÁö - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - Under the systematic attacks of these people, I see some of the props of good government already begin to fail ; I see propagated principles, which will not leave to religion even a toleration. I see myself sinking every day under the attacks of these wretched people — How shall I arm myself against them?
291 ÆäÀÌÁö - But I say unto you, That whosoever shall put away his wife, saving for the cause of fornication, causeth her to commit adultery: and whosoever shall marry her that is divorced, committeth adultery.
374 ÆäÀÌÁö - O ye sons of men, how long will ye blaspheme mine honour : and have such pleasure in vanity, and seek after leasing ? 3 Know this also, that the LORD hath chosen to himself the man that is godly : when I call upon the LORD, he will hear me. 4 Stand in awe, and sin not : commune with your own heart, and in your chamber, and be still.
499 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
511 ÆäÀÌÁö - Universe from their several stations, there was nothing in the Heavens above, or the earth beneath, or the waters under the earth...
390 ÆäÀÌÁö - In outward ceremonies, the dear love Writ in my heart. Phi. If I shall have an answer no directlier, I am gone. Pha. To what would he have answer ? Are. To his claim unto the kingdom. Pha. Sirrah, I forbare you before the King — Phi. Good sir, do so still : I would not talk with you.
376 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran.
383 ÆäÀÌÁö - In hollow murmurs, to lock up thy powers ; Who gave thee knowledge, who so trusted thee, To let thee grow so near himself, the tree ; Must he then be distrusted ! shall his frame Discourse with him, why thus and thus I am ? He made the angels thine, thy fellows all, Nay, even thy servants, when devotions call.
376 ÆäÀÌÁö - Out of the world! In she plunged boldly — No matter how coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it, Picture it, — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, — drink of it, Then, if you can!

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