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Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Montgomery with Introductory ...
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adored amid angels awful beauty behold beneath billows bloom born breath breeze bright brow calm charm clouds dare dark dead death deep delight divine dream dying earth echoes eternity face fame fancy feel felt fire flow flowers gaze gloom glorious glory glow grace hand happy hath haunted head heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour hues human land light living lone look magic melody mind morning mountains move nature never night o'er ocean once passion play pure rays reign roll round scene sense shadow shape skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars storm streams sublime sweet swell tears thee thine things thou thought throne Till tomb trees true truth vast virtue vision voice waters waves wild wind wings young youth
Page 72 - Go, child of darkness, see a Christian die; No horror pales his lip, or rolls his eye ; No dreadful doubts, or dreamy terrors, start The hope Religion pillows on his heart, When with a dying hand he waves adieu To all who love so well, and weep so true : Meek, as an infant to the mother's breast Turns fondly longing for its wonted rest, He pants for where congenial spirits stray, Turns to his God, and sighs his soul away.
Page 46 - The comparison of a violet, bright with the dew, to a woman's eyes, is as perfect as a comparison can be. Sir Walter's lines are part of a song addressed to a woman at daybreak, when the violets are bathed in dew : and the comparison is therefore peculiarly natural and graceful.
Page 59 - Ye quenchless stars ! so eloquently bright, Untroubled sentries of the shadowy night, While half the world is lapp'd in downy dreams, And round the lattice creep your midnight beams, How sweet to gaze upon your placid eyes, In lambent beauty looking from the skies.
Page 117 - ... from earth to part, And grace another sphere ! And I was once a happy thing, Like that which now I see ; No May-bird on ecstatic wing, More beautifully free. The cloud that bask'd in noontide glow, The flower that danced and shone, All hues and sounds, above, below, — Were joys to feast upon ! Let wisdom smile — I oft forget The colder haunts of men, To hie where infant hearts are met, And be a child again...
Page 79 - O, who shall paint Him ? Let the sweetest tone That ever trembled on the harps of heaven Be discord ; let the chanting seraphim, Whose anthem is eternity, be dumb; For praise and wonder, adoration, all Melt into muteness, ere they soar to thee, Thou sole perfection ! theme of countless worlds !
Page 219 - With bosoms firing to partake the fray ; The first, with hearts that consecrate the deed, All eager rush to vanquish or to bleed, Like young waves racing in the morning sun, That rear and leap with reckless fury on. But mark yon war-worn man who looks on high With thought and valor mirrored in his eye : Not all the gory revels of the day Can fright the vision of his home away — The home of love and its associate smiles, His wife's endearment and his baby's wiles.
Page 74 - Himself, flesh and blood, left alone to enter into conflict with all these : on the other side, a world to be saved by One ; a pacification of wrath, through the dignity of that sacrifice which should be offered ; a conquest over death, through the power of that Deity which would not suffer the tabernacle thereof to see corruption ; and an utter disappointment of all the forces of infernal powers, through the purity of that Soul which they should have in their hands and not be able to touch. Let...
Page 46 - To see the caverns of the sky disclose The buried flames that in their wombs repose, And mark the lurid meteors fall and rise, In dizzy chase along the rattling skies,— How quakes the spirit while the echoes roll, And God, in thunder, speaks from pole to pole!
Page 7 - This author was extremely anxious to make his books appear very popular, and therefore constantly changed his title pages, and even cancelled or sold off almost as waste one edition for the sake of printing another. He was severely reviewed by Lord Macaulay, in the Edinb.