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Página 51 - But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Página 188 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 2 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares — The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Página 174 - But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many.
Página 185 - Until the Saviour's love was shown, Which heal'd him by a word alone! " Had they who watch'd and waited there Been conscious who was passing by, With what unceasing, anxious care Would they have sought his pitying eye; And crav'd, with fervency of soul, His power Divine to make them whole!
Página 186 - Bethesda's pool has lost its power! No angel, by his glad descent, Dispenses that diviner dower Which with its healing waters went, But He, whose word surpassed its wave, Is still Omnipotent to save.
Página 75 - O ! then it is delightful to behold Thy calm departure ; soothing to survey Through opening clouds, by thee all edged with gold, The milder pomp of thy declining sway : How beautiful, on church-tower old and grey, Is shed thy parting smile ; how brightly glow Thy last beams on some tall tree's loftiest spray, While silvery mists half veil the trunk below. And hide the rippling stream that scarce is heard to flow ! XIII.
Página 187 - SAvIOUR ! thy love is still the same As when that healing word was spoke ; Still in thine all-redeeming NAME Dwells POWER to burst the strongest yoke ! O ! be that power, that love display'd, Help those — whom THOU alone canst aid !
Página 66 - THE moving accident is not my trade: To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.