Thomas Pringle: His Life, Times and Poems |
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Page 124 - So thick beset with thorns and briers ? That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few enquires. " And see ye not that braid, braid road, That lies across that lily leven ? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to Heaven.
Page 95 - Learn, by a mortal yearning, to ascend, Seeking a higher object. Love was given, Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end ; For this the passion to excess was driven, That self might be annulled : her bondage prove The fetters of a dream opposed to love.
Page 245 - Afar in the Desert I love to ride, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side : When the wild turmoil of this wearisome life, With its scenes of oppression, corruption, and strife — The proud man's frown, and the base man's fear, — The scorner's laugh, and the sufferer's tear, — And malice, and meanness, and falsehood, and folly, Dispose me to musing and dark melancholy ; When my bosom is full, and my thoughts are high, And my soul is sick with the Bondman's sigh — Oh ! then there is freedom,...
Page 99 - What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Page 246 - Appears to refresh the aching eye : But the barren earth and the burning sky, And the blank horizon, round and round, Spread — void of living sight or sound.
Page 245 - Where the elephant browses at peace in his wood, And the river-horse gambols unscared in the flood, And the mighty rhinoceros wallows at will In the fen where the wild ass is drinking his fill.
Page 124 - O see ye not yon narrow road, So thick beset with thorns and briers? That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few enquires. 'And see ye not that braid braid road, That lies across that lily leven? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to heaven.
Page 28 - Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace; God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race.
Page 154 - My son, be this thy simple plan : Serve God, and love thy brother man ; Forget not, in temptation's hour, That sin lends sorrow double power; Count life a stage upon thy way, And follow conscience, come what may; Alike with earth and heaven sincere, With hand and brow and bosom clear, " Fear God, and know no other fear.
Page 190 - Home of our hearts ! our fathers' home ! Land of the brave and free ! The sail is flapping on the foam That bears us far from thee. We seek a wild and distant shore, Beyond the Atlantic main ; We leave thee, to return no more, Or view thy cliffs again.