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On the lessons in Proverbs: being the substance of lectures delivered to young men's societies at Portsmouth and elsewhere; from the Second London edition, rev. and enlarged

The text is a collection of lectures that delve into the wisdom and moral teachings encapsulated within the biblical book of Proverbs. Aimed at young men, the lectures explore the timeless lessons and principles found in this religious text. The Second London edition, which this book is derived from, has been revised and expanded, offering a more comprehensive and updated perspective on the material. more

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Richard Chenevix Trench
Richard Chenevix Trench

Richard Chenevix Trench (September 9, 1807 - March 28, 1886) was a renowned British poet. Known for his unique poetic style and elegant language, Trench's works have had a profound influence on subsequent poets. more

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