The AmuletW. Baynes & Son, and Wightman & Cramp, 1836 |
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Página 240 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things : — We murder to dissect.
Página 40 - God of stillness and of motion, Of the rainbow and the ocean, Of the mountain, rock, and river, Blessed be thy name for ever ! I have proved thy wondrous might, Through the shadows of the night, Thou who slumber's!
Página 240 - The eye it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our wilL Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Página 40 - BLESSED be Thy name for ever, Thou of life the guard and giver ; Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping ; Heal the heart long broke with weeping.
Página 240 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. 'Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking? ' — Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
Página 164 - Pray thee, dear one, heed him not, Love has an unquiet lot; Why for words of fear and fate, Shouldst thou change thy sweet estate? Linger yet upon the hour Of the green leaf and the flower. Art thou happy ? For thy sake Do the birds their music make— Birds with golden plumes that bring Sunshine from a distant spring. For thine eyes the roses grow Red as sunset, white as snow. And the bees are gathering gold Ere the winter hours come cold. Flowers are colouring the wild wood, Art thou weary of thy...
Página 234 - To encourage this tone of feeling [...] it may suffice to observe that [...] it is äs much äs any one can hope to do, to discover a single truth in the course of a long and studious life; and often instead of taking for his motto, 'I will lead you into all knowledge,' he should be contented to say, 'I will show you a mystery.
Página 231 - Fill'd by that effluence sublime From which her strength she draws, Still is the Mother's heart the same — The Mother's lot as tried : — Then, oh ! may Nations guard that name With filial power and pride ! — CHARLES SWAIN.
Página 41 - God of evening's yellow ray ! God of yonder dawning day, That rises from the distant sea Like breathings of eternity ! Thine the flaming sphere of light Thine the darkness of the night ! God of life, that fade shall never ! Glory to thy name for ever ! t Hogg, alt'd.
Página 230 - Tis only when the dust is thrown Thy blessed bosom o'er, We muse on all thy kindness shown, And wish we'd loved thee more ! 'Tis only when thy lips are cold We mourn — with late regret, "Mid myriad memories of old — The days for ever set ; And not an act, nor look, nor thought...