Philo : an Evangeliad

Front Cover
Phillips, Sampson, and Company, 1850 - Dramatists, American - 244 pages
 

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Selected pages

Contents


Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 17 - O SON of God ! thy children we ; Train us in holiness : As thou the Father's image bore, Thine own on us impress. O Bread of God ! our natures crave The lost beatitude : The Father gave thee meat unknown ; Give us thy flesh and blood. O Vine of God! of thee bereft, Our virtues wilt and die : Thou wert the Father's tender care ; Shield us when danger 's nigh. O Word of God ! thy voice we hear, And hail the truth divine ; To thy commandments, broad and pure, Our hearts and ways incline. O Love of God...
Page 54 - Her figure is canorous, and her will A hammer. Need she push, when through all crowds She melts like quicksilver ? The Amazons, Outwent they the blue-eyed Saxonides ? The fairest smile that woman ever smiled, The softest word she ever gave her lover, The dimple...
Page 22 - maple keys," we do not understand. " An influence we, like memory of youth, That combs in sea-like, on the reef of feeling, Charming the soul with an immortal hope. Anon, as midnight music, we arrest The ear of sin, and make the wanton pause ; We writhle from the skies, in maple keys ; The conscience hears our voice, in sister tones, And hatred melts into pure human love. We brood o'er steps of helpless orphanage, As sunbeams flicker on that slighted moss. All souls have guardians, that follow them,...
Page 18 - Thine own on us impress. o 2 O Bread of God ! our natures crave The lost beatitude : The Father gave thee meat unknown ; Give us thy flesh and blood. 3 O Vine of God...
Page 232 - In homage, due to goodness, Lord, we bend To thee, who Goodness art. O Wonderful Of the create, O Miracle of time ! Thou curdled breath of rare divinity, Thou soul of Virtue, globed in human eyes, Eternal Word on ruddy lips incarne! Too oft on self we gazed, and less on thee : To-day the mirror's broken ; let it lie, Since God through thee and us is shining fair. We would no friend or brother ; after us Thy mother eyes went streaming ; flowers the dew, Harts drink the water-brooks, and we ourselves...
Page 117 - ... by no means unexpressive comparison. " The riven ages plasters he with coats Of beauty, as the mason doth his laths." But of all known specimens of the inadequacy and the belittling power of mischosen figures, we are inclined to give the palm to that with which the following passage closes : — " God loves the Earth and its inhabitants ; And there are eyes, bright eyes, that watch for it, Behold it sweeping graceful through the air, And wave their kerchiefs to it as it passes.

Bibliographic information