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Seite 203 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Seite 190 - Touched by the Midas finger of the state, Bleed gold for ministers to sport away. Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids! Gloriously drunk obey the important call! Her cause demands the assistance of your throats ; — Ye all can swallow, and she asks no more.
Seite 54 - Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine...
Seite 192 - Be hush'd, my dark spirit ! for wisdom condemns When the faint and the feeble deplore : Be strong as the rock of the ocean that stems A thousand wild waves on the shore ! ^! 256 ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE.
Seite 17 - ... and through the woodland sings ; The tell-tale voice beloved of Spring ; the wail of forest dove ; The thousand swelling warbling throats that sing of bliss and love ; The voice of woods, in soft commune with twilight's dewy airs, Where parent thrush on darkling bough beguiles his brooding cares The shadows fall — Oh, gentle bird, thy liquid voice is mute ; But, hark ! that sweetly-thrilling strain breathed from the plaintive flute ; No eye but thine, soft star of love, the rapt musician sees...
Seite 189 - ... clothed in purple and fine linen, and fare sumptuously every day, while the laborer is fed with the crumbs which fall from the table of the rich.
Seite 252 - Then he which had received the one talent came and said, Lord, I knew thee that thou art an hard man, reaping where thou hast not sown, and gathering where thou hast not strawed: and I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth : lo, there thou hast that is thine.
Seite 204 - Icelander and sunburnt Moor, Men of all climes, that never met before, . And of all creeds, the Jew, the Turk, the Christian ; Here the proud prince, and favourite yet prouder, His...
Seite 205 - It was looked upon not only as a day of rest, but also as a day exclusively devoted to religious purposes.
Seite 16 - O'er bending waves of odorous hay, and through the woodland sings ; The tell-tale voice beloved of Spring ; the wail of forest dove ; The thousand swelling warbling throats that sing of bliss and love; The voice of woods, in soft commune with twilight's dewy airs, Where parent thrush on darkling bough beguiles his brooding cares ; The shadows...