Neue Bibliothek der schönen Wissenschaften und der freyen Künste [ed. by C.F. Weisse]., Volume 30

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Christian Felix Weisse
1785
 

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Page 95 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 77 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Page 95 - All are but parts of one ftupendous whole, Whofe body Nature is, and God the foul : That, chang'd thro...
Page 74 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (fince life can little more fupply Than juft to look about us and to die...
Page 92 - I'll tell you, friend; a wife man and a fool. 200 You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobler-like, the parfon will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The reft is all but leather or prunella.
Page 165 - Ocean was undertaken by the command of his Majefty, for making difcoveries in the northern hemifphere ', and for determinining the pofition and extent of the weft fide of North America; its diftance from Afia ; and the praftibility of a northern paflage to Europe. It was performed...
Page 309 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...
Page 293 - Not that,— I cannot part with that" — and dy'd. And you ! brave Cobham, to the lateft breath, Shall feel your ruling paffion ftrong in death : Such in thofe moments as in all the paft, » Oh, fave my Country, Heaven !
Page 163 - Artist's Repository and Drawing Magazine, exhibiting the principles of the polite arts in their various branches.
Page 95 - That, chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the fame, Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame ; Warms in the fun, refrefhes in the breeze, Glows in the ftars, and blofsoms in the trees ; Lives thro

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