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From every storm , Unhous'd , unsheltered , from thy God estrang'd , Thy heart desponding , and thy soul deprest , Experience then may whisper in thine ear , To seek thy parent , as thy first , best friend .
From every storm , Unhous'd , unsheltered , from thy God estrang'd , Thy heart desponding , and thy soul deprest , Experience then may whisper in thine ear , To seek thy parent , as thy first , best friend .
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These dreadful secrets of the sky Alarm my soul with chilling fearDo planets in their orbits fly , And is the earth , indeed , a sphere ? “ Let planets still their course pursue , And comets to the CENTRE runIn him my faithful friend I ...
These dreadful secrets of the sky Alarm my soul with chilling fearDo planets in their orbits fly , And is the earth , indeed , a sphere ? “ Let planets still their course pursue , And comets to the CENTRE runIn him my faithful friend I ...
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6 How sweet to the soul of man , ” would I exclaim , “ is the society of a beloved wife ! when , wearied and broken down by the labours of the day , her endearments soothe , her tender cares restore him . The solicitudes and anxieties ...
6 How sweet to the soul of man , ” would I exclaim , “ is the society of a beloved wife ! when , wearied and broken down by the labours of the day , her endearments soothe , her tender cares restore him . The solicitudes and anxieties ...
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In the dead of the night , when the silence of nature accorded with the sadness of our souls , and the awfulness of the ceremony , we lighted our torches , to preserve us from the evil spirits which then ventured abroad .
In the dead of the night , when the silence of nature accorded with the sadness of our souls , and the awfulness of the ceremony , we lighted our torches , to preserve us from the evil spirits which then ventured abroad .
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The soul's poor fabric trembles at thy name ! How long shall man be urged to dread thy sway , For those whom thou untimely tak'st away ? Life's blooming spring just opens to our eyes , And strikes the senses with a sweet surprise ...
The soul's poor fabric trembles at thy name ! How long shall man be urged to dread thy sway , For those whom thou untimely tak'st away ? Life's blooming spring just opens to our eyes , And strikes the senses with a sweet surprise ...
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| Título | The Philadelphia Book, Or, Specimens of Metropolitan Literature |
| Autor | Peter Stephen Du Ponceau |
| Editor | Key & Biddle, 1836 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 28 Feb. 2006 |
| Largo | 380 páginas |
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