The Bachelors, and Other Tales, Founded on American Incidents and CharacterJ. and W. Sandford, 1836 - 216 стор. |
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Сторінка 173 - A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear ; Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Сторінка 170 - And Joseph said unto them, What deed is this that ye have done ? wot ye not that such a man as I can certainly divine?
Сторінка 173 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Сторінка 1 - Some unmark'd fibre, or some varying vein. Shall only man be taken in the gross ? Grant but as many sorts of mind as moss.
Сторінка 206 - And now, philanthropy ! thy rays divine Dart round the globe, from Zembla to the line ; O'er each dark prison plays the cheering light, Like northern lustres o'er the vault of night; From realm to realm, with cross or crescent Crown' d, Where'er mankind and misery are found, O'er burning sands, deep waves, or wilds of snow, Thy Howard journeying seeks the house of woe.
Сторінка 28 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to...
Сторінка 201 - But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heav'n-directed spire to rise? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
Сторінка 28 - ... when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator! oft in bands While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds, In full harmonic number join'd, their songs Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to heaven.
Сторінка 207 - To caves bestrew'd with many a mouldering bone, And cells, whose echoes only learn to groan ; Where no kind bars a whispering friend disclose, No sunbeam enters, and no zephyr blows ; HE treads, inemulous of fame or wealth, Profuse of toil, and prodigal of health; With soft assuasive eloquence expands Power's rigid heart, and opes his clenching hands ; Leads stern-eyed Justice to the dark. domains, If not to sever, to relax the chains ; Or guides awakcn'd Mercy through the gloom, And shows the prison,...
Сторінка 165 - Ye guardian spirits, to whom man is dear, From these foul demons shield the midnight gloom : Angels of fancy and of love, be near, And o'er the blank of sleep diffuse a bloom: Evoke the sacred shades of Greece and Rome, And let them virtue with a look impart : But chief, awhile, O ! lend us from the tomb Those long-lost friends for whom in love we smart, And fill with pious awe and joy-mixt woe the heart.