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Page 92 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Page 290 - Ah me ! what hand can touch the string so fine ? Who up the lofty diapason roll Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, Then let them down again into the soul...
Page 290 - Lull'd the weak bosom, and induced ease, Aerial music in the warbling wind, At distance rising oft by small degrees, Nearer and nearer came, till o'er the trees It hung, and breath'd such soul-dissolving airs, As did, alas!
Page 228 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 323 - The bishop, in reply, with great wit and calmness, exposed this rude attack, concluding thus: "Since the noble lord hath discovered in our manners such a similitude, I am well content to be compared to the prophet Balaam ; but, my lords, I am at a loss how to make out the other part of the parallel: I am sure that I have been reproved by nobody but his lordship.
Page 313 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given ; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast : 'Tis found above — in heaven.
Page 37 - Poor dog ! he was faithful and kind, to be sure, And he constantly loved me, although I was poor ; When the sour-looking folks sent me heartless away, I had always a friend in my poor dog Tray. When the road was so dark, and the night was so cold And Pat and his dog were grown weary and old, How snugly we slept in my old coat of...
Page 217 - The fisherman forsook the strand, The swarthy smith took dirk and brand; With changed cheer, the mower blithe Left in the...