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Page 476
... hour , The wounded heart may seek repose ; And feel sweet Nature's balmy power Steal softly o'er his cherish'd woes . In such a scene , at such a time , The sage may roam , from labour free ; Till , settling slow , his thoughts sublime ...
... hour , The wounded heart may seek repose ; And feel sweet Nature's balmy power Steal softly o'er his cherish'd woes . In such a scene , at such a time , The sage may roam , from labour free ; Till , settling slow , his thoughts sublime ...
Page 480
... hours beguile , And teach his round and glossy cheek With love and pure delights to smile : To tend a parent's waning age With gentle cares , and patient love , And the sick spirit's pangs assuage , Like Hope new - lighted from above ...
... hours beguile , And teach his round and glossy cheek With love and pure delights to smile : To tend a parent's waning age With gentle cares , and patient love , And the sick spirit's pangs assuage , Like Hope new - lighted from above ...
Page 482
... hour of life we'll borrow , Life's torments to destroy ; - How sweet the tones are flying In union on the breeze , Like young Aurora sighing , Her music on the trees . II . Take thou the harp of sorrow , Give me the harp of joy , An hour ...
... hour of life we'll borrow , Life's torments to destroy ; - How sweet the tones are flying In union on the breeze , Like young Aurora sighing , Her music on the trees . II . Take thou the harp of sorrow , Give me the harp of joy , An hour ...
Page 483
... hour , and from their birth consign'd To the chance nurture of unnatural hands . . Her scenes delight them not , her stirring gales That bound from hill to hill , as winning health From exercise , still fan their pallid cheeks In vain ...
... hour , and from their birth consign'd To the chance nurture of unnatural hands . . Her scenes delight them not , her stirring gales That bound from hill to hill , as winning health From exercise , still fan their pallid cheeks In vain ...
Page 495
... hour , seemed like the distant hymnings of angels inviting mortals to repose . My senses imperceptibly wandered into regions far above the earth . Rholf also was wrapt in contemplation , his eyes fixed on the widely - spangled heavens ...
... hour , seemed like the distant hymnings of angels inviting mortals to repose . My senses imperceptibly wandered into regions far above the earth . Rholf also was wrapt in contemplation , his eyes fixed on the widely - spangled heavens ...
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Page 524 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 598 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye Brave Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few shall part, where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 474 - O my soul, come not thou into their secret; unto their assembly, mine honour, be not thou united! For in their anger they slew a man, and in their self-will they digged down a wall. Cursed be their anger, for it was fierce, and their wrath, for it was cruel. I will divide them in Jacob and scatter them in Israel.
Page 597 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Page 585 - And Lamech said unto his wives, Adah and Zillah, hear my voice; Ye wives of Lamech, hearken unto my speech: For I have slain a man to my wounding, And a young man to my hurt.
Page 541 - What ages and what lights are requisite for THIS attainment! This intelligence involves the very attributes of Divinity, while a God is denied. For unless this man is omnipresent, unless he is at this moment in every place in the universe, he cannot know but there may be in some place manifestations of a Deity by which even he would be overpowered.
Page 126 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues •*> With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, — till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 171 - Quakers, who suffer their women to preach and pray. having soared out of his own reach and sight, not well perceiving how near the frontiers of height and depth border upon each other, with the same course and wing, he falls down plum into the lowest bottom of things...
Page 597 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 473 - The archers have sorely grieved him and shot at him and hated him. But his bow abode in strength, and the arms of his hands were made strong by the hands of the mighty God of Jacob.