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... Grave The Future Futurity .... Address to the Stars ...... State of Man after Death Montgomery . 109 ... Byron . 113 Miss L. Aikin . 114 Gisborne . 115 The Decay of Flowers ..... Professor Richardson . 117 Hurdis . 118 Immortality ...
... Grave The Future Futurity .... Address to the Stars ...... State of Man after Death Montgomery . 109 ... Byron . 113 Miss L. Aikin . 114 Gisborne . 115 The Decay of Flowers ..... Professor Richardson . 117 Hurdis . 118 Immortality ...
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... Grave . Times go by Turns ............ .. Stanzas The Leading String The Leaf ... Verses to a Friend ...... A Reflection at Sea ...... The Wish .. To a Boy with a Watch .. A Catholic Hymn . Studies by the Sea . The Swallow ...
... Grave . Times go by Turns ............ .. Stanzas The Leading String The Leaf ... Verses to a Friend ...... A Reflection at Sea ...... The Wish .. To a Boy with a Watch .. A Catholic Hymn . Studies by the Sea . The Swallow ...
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... , Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave ; And the yellow - skirted Fayes [ maze . Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved But see , the Virgin bless'd Hath laid her babe 8 PART I. ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... , Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave ; And the yellow - skirted Fayes [ maze . Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved But see , the Virgin bless'd Hath laid her babe 8 PART I. ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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... grave ; Yet ' twas thy goodness still to give A being that can think and live ; In all thy works thy wisdom see , And stretch its towering mind to thee ! To thee my humble voice I raise ; Forgive , while I presume to praise . And still ...
... grave ; Yet ' twas thy goodness still to give A being that can think and live ; In all thy works thy wisdom see , And stretch its towering mind to thee ! To thee my humble voice I raise ; Forgive , while I presume to praise . And still ...
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... grave , Amidst his chiefs , with honours graced , His sword beneath his head , his arms beside him placed ; But thou shalt lie a thing abhorr'd , A sordid corse among the vulgar slain , Clothed with the carnage of the plain , A ...
... grave , Amidst his chiefs , with honours graced , His sword beneath his head , his arms beside him placed ; But thou shalt lie a thing abhorr'd , A sordid corse among the vulgar slain , Clothed with the carnage of the plain , A ...
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8 ÆäÀÌÁö - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or, how the royal Bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy Seers that tune the sacred lyre.
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
7 ÆäÀÌÁö - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell...
7 ÆäÀÌÁö - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
202 ÆäÀÌÁö - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
374 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply. Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it, is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.