The Port Folio

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Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1816 - Philadelphia (Pa.)
 

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Page 418 - As one, who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick, and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages, and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound: It
Page 6 - the wolf shall dwell with the Iamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid, and the calf» and the young lion and the falling together, and a little child shall lead them. They shall not hurt nor destroy in
Page 363 - is willing but the flesh is weak. He went away again the second time, and prayed, &c. And he came and found them asleep again, for their eyes were heavy. Mark says: And he went forward a little, &c. And he cometh and findeth them sleeping, and saith unto Peter, Simon, sleepest thou! couldst thou not watch one hour?
Page 135 - When any eminent person is about to enter their regions they make a great noise, like women in Philadelphia, at a fire in the night-time. In the most high and palmy state of Rome; A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and
Page 8 - Blessed be the Lord, my strength, who teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight! my goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth the people under me!
Page 38 - Sweet Auburn! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
Page 482 - him triumph; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance. It becomes me not to draw my pen in the defence of a bad cause, when I have so often drawn it for a good one.
Page 41 - And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last.
Page 218 - So when even was come, the lord of the vineyard saith unto his Stewart, call the labourers, and give them their hire, beginning from the last to the first. And when they came who were hired
Page 461 - the king, whom Salmanasar, the king of Assyria, led away captive, and he carried them over the waters, and so came they into another land. But they took this counsel among themselves, that they would leave the multitude of the heathen, and go forth into a further country, where never mankind dwelt.

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