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Awd Isaac, the Steeple Chase, and Other Poems: With A Glossary of the ...
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Page 43 - Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Page 45 - Hall; Yet whether such a place there be Or not, is all unknown to me. There in a cellar dark and deep, Where slimy creatures nightly creep And human footsteps never tread, There is a store of treasure hid. If it be so, I have no doubt Some lucky wight will find it out. Yet so or not t'is nought to me For I shall ne'er go there to see." The man did slyly twice or thrice The Cockney thenk for his advice; Then heame agean withoot delay He cherfully did take his way An
Page 150 - There is a generation that are pure in their own eyes, and yet is not washed from their filthiness.
Page 152 - ... of the manifestations of force, ever been the obedient servants of law, instead of being its originators ? Is it not too plain to admit of argument that Infinite Mind lies back of all manifested nature and controls all ? The special pertinence of this will be apparent when we come to consider man. GOD "The fool hath said in his heart, there is no God.
Page 25 - ADVICE. OFT hev Ah lang'd yon hill te dim, Te hev a bit mare prooase wi' him, Wheas coonsel like a pleeasin dreeam, Is deear te me ; Sin' roond the warld sike men as he Seea few ther be. Corrupted bukes he did detest, For his wur ov the varry best; This meead him wiser than the rest O' t' neeaburs roond, Tho' poor i' t' purse, wi' senses blest, An'judgment soond.
Page 26 - ... Mouse") — difficult, but admirably fitted to the subject. Inevitably, however, the dialect gives way too often to the requirements of the verse or of the thought. The result is a hotch-potch, half dialect, half literary English; with some good stanzas. This one is on the poet's tombstone at Pickering. "Bud noo his een's geean dim i' deeath, Neea mare a pilgrim here on earth, His sowl flits fra' her shell beneeath, Ti reealms o' day, Wheer carpin care, an pain, an