The Spiritual herald

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Сторінка 62 - Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's when she feels For the first time her first-born's breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke!
Сторінка 49 - Then stayed the fervid wheels, and in his hand He took the golden compasses, prepared In God's eternal store, to circumscribe This universe, and all created things. One foot he centred, and the other turned Round through the vast profundity obscure : And said, " Thus far extend, thus far thy bounds, This be thy just circumference, O world...
Сторінка 40 - Of all that is most beauteous — imaged there In happier beauty ; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams ; Climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey. Yet there the soul shall enter which hath earned That privilege by virtue.
Сторінка 62 - My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Сторінка 32 - The wisdom of God receives small honour from those vulgar heads that rudely stare about, and with a gross rusticity admire his works : those highly magnify him, whose judicious inquiry into his acts, and deliberate research into his creatures, return the duty of a devout and learned admiration.
Сторінка 53 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Сторінка 71 - For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood.
Сторінка 55 - Let us hope that the day is approaching when 'the knowledge of the Lord shall cover the earth as the waters cover the sea.
Сторінка 49 - Said then the omnific Word, your discord end. Nor stay'd ; but, on the wings of cherubim Uplifted, in paternal glory rode Far into Chaos and the world unborn ; For Chaos heard his voice. Him all his train Follow'd in bright procession to behold Creation, and the wonders of his might.
Сторінка 32 - THOU'RT passing hence, my brother ! Oh ! my earliest friend, farewell ! Thou'rt leaving me, without thy voice, In a lonely home to dwell ; And from the hills, and from the hearth, And from the household tree, With thee departs the lingering mirth, The brightness goes with thee.

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