Poems; to which is prefixed a memoir of the author by J. M'DiarmidOliver & Boyd, 1837 - 514 pages |
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... divine afflatus — that undying halo , which , like the soul from which it emanates , is immortal and indestructible ? Where are now the long line of Babylonian princes , with their gorgeous palaces and cloud - capped towers ? What has ...
... divine afflatus — that undying halo , which , like the soul from which it emanates , is immortal and indestructible ? Where are now the long line of Babylonian princes , with their gorgeous palaces and cloud - capped towers ? What has ...
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... Divine Spirit ; yet , as he soon after burnt his prayer - books , and relapsed into his former indifference to religious duties , remorse in its turn took possession of his mind , until at last the illusion became so complete , that he ...
... Divine Spirit ; yet , as he soon after burnt his prayer - books , and relapsed into his former indifference to religious duties , remorse in its turn took possession of his mind , until at last the illusion became so complete , that he ...
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... Divine interposition , that it staggered his resolution . Before he had recovered from his surprise , his laundress's husband entered the room ; upon which , dreading a discovery , he started out of bed , concealed the bowl under the ...
... Divine interposition , that it staggered his resolution . Before he had recovered from his surprise , his laundress's husband entered the room ; upon which , dreading a discovery , he started out of bed , concealed the bowl under the ...
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... divine service , which is performed here twice every day ; and from twelve to three we separate and amuse our- selves as we please . During that interval , I either read in my own apartment , or walk , or ride , or work in the garden ...
... divine service , which is performed here twice every day ; and from twelve to three we separate and amuse our- selves as we please . During that interval , I either read in my own apartment , or walk , or ride , or work in the garden ...
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... divine had reached London , and who in consequence had been called to the charge of a very respectable congregation in that city . It was through the advice of this gentleman , as the reader has already seen , that Mrs Unwin was induced ...
... divine had reached London , and who in consequence had been called to the charge of a very respectable congregation in that city . It was through the advice of this gentleman , as the reader has already seen , that Mrs Unwin was induced ...
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Alloway Kirk beauty beneath bids blank verse blest boast breath call'd cause charms Cowper dæmons delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd frown genius give glory grace hand happy hast Hayley heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hertfordshire honour hope hour House of Peers Iliad John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour Lady land light lov'd lyre mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never o'er Olney once pain peace perhaps pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rude sacred scene scorn seem'd seems shine sight skies smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stream sweet task taste telescopic eye thee theme thine things thou thought toil tongue truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Page 496 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Page 89 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...
Page 380 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us-! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 89 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Page 256 - Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Page 466 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bareheaded you are come, " Or why you come at all ?" Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke ; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : "I came because your horse would come, And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, — • They are upon the road.
Page 91 - Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repelled; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried 'Adieu...
Page 281 - Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text; Cry — hem; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Page 416 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 508 - I kept him for his humour's sake, For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache, And force me to a smile.