Suicide and its antidotesJ. Robins and Company, 1824 - 388 páginas |
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... once tempted , before he knew religion , from a variety of agitating circumstances , which he could not make known without giving pain and offence to others ; but this he could assureme , that religion came in to his aid , and rescued ...
... once tempted , before he knew religion , from a variety of agitating circumstances , which he could not make known without giving pain and offence to others ; but this he could assureme , that religion came in to his aid , and rescued ...
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... once , or by degrees , be persuaded to break the charm which binds them to its use . ' To this excellent advice of Dr. Reid I would subjoin , Let not any one venture to touch a drop of the poison of infidelity ; for this will more ...
... once , or by degrees , be persuaded to break the charm which binds them to its use . ' To this excellent advice of Dr. Reid I would subjoin , Let not any one venture to touch a drop of the poison of infidelity ; for this will more ...
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... Once so abhorr'd , with unresisted force . Proud minds and guilty , whom their crimes oppress , Fly to new crimes for comfort and redress : So found our fallen youth a short relief In wine , the opiate Guilt applies to Grief- From ...
... Once so abhorr'd , with unresisted force . Proud minds and guilty , whom their crimes oppress , Fly to new crimes for comfort and redress : So found our fallen youth a short relief In wine , the opiate Guilt applies to Grief- From ...
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... once go loose- Lost , till He turn them , all their power and use . * * No wounds like those a wounded spirit feels ; No cure for such till God , who makes them , heals . " And dreadfully the tempter improved his advan- tage , as he ...
... once go loose- Lost , till He turn them , all their power and use . * * No wounds like those a wounded spirit feels ; No cure for such till God , who makes them , heals . " And dreadfully the tempter improved his advan- tage , as he ...
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... once into the frantic rage That force controll'd not , nor could love assuage . " " Do it - do it , " as from no earthly voice , seemed to sound in my ears as from a familiar spirit at my elbow , who seemed already to have tied and ...
... once into the frantic rage That force controll'd not , nor could love assuage . " " Do it - do it , " as from no earthly voice , seemed to sound in my ears as from a familiar spirit at my elbow , who seemed already to have tied and ...
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Adam and Eve affliction agitated Ahitophel angel armour of God attempt awful bad company behold blessed blood Brahmin breast caliph cheerful choly Christ Christian Clerkenwell committed companions consolation Constantia Cowper crime dark daugh death deed despair desperate despondence distress divine dreadful effect eternal evil eyes fatal father fear feel friends gloomy grace grief guilt hand happiness hath hear heard heart Heaven hell honour hope horrid horror hour hypochondriac infidelity irreligion Jesus lady laudanum live Lord lost madness melan melancholy ment mercy mind misery murder Narva never night o'er occasion pain passions peace pistol Plutarch prayer pride principle religion repent rush Satan Saul Saul of Tarsus scene seemed self-murder shame sigh sinner sins smile sorrow soul spirit suffer tears tempt thee thing thou thought Thurtell tion trouble truth voice Watling Street wicked Winkburne wretched young youth
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Página 152 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Página 151 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Página 44 - Damascus, and suddenly there shined round about him a light from heaven. And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest : it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Página 222 - The diseased have ye not strengthened, neither have ye healed that which was sick, neither have ye bound up that which was broken, neither have ye brought again that which was driven away, neither have ye sought that which was lost; but with force and with cruelty have ye ruled them.
Página 351 - Since the dear hour, that brought me to thy foot, And cut up all my follies by the root, I never trusted in an arm but thine, Nor hoped but in thy righteousness divine...
Página 198 - Eternal acts is right. Oh teach me in the trying hour, When anguish swells the dewy tear, To still my sorrows, own thy power, Thy goodness love, thy justice fear. If in this bosom aught but Thee Encroaching sought a boundless sway, Omniscience could the danger see, And Mercy look the cause away. Then why, my soul, dost thou complain? Why drooping seek the dark recess? Shake off the melancholy chain, For God created all to bless.
Página 265 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
Página 273 - That Scripture is the only cure of woe : That field of promise, how it flings abroad Its odour o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul, reposing on assured relief, Feels herself happy amidst all her grief, Forgets her labour as she toils along, Weeps tears of joy, and bursts into a song.
Página 36 - As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
Página 188 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.