The mountain prophet, the mine, and other poemsHeylin, 1860 - 175 páginas |
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... 89 JANIE JONES 91 THE PRAYING SLAVE - GIRL 93 EVENING PRAYER 95 THE DYING LABOUR - LORD 96 KIND WORDS 99 MARCH 101 THE PRAYING PEASANT 102 THE FISHER'S WIFE ...... 104 PAGE . THE DISTRESSED MECHANIC 106 BESSY BRIGHTON 109 ......
... 89 JANIE JONES 91 THE PRAYING SLAVE - GIRL 93 EVENING PRAYER 95 THE DYING LABOUR - LORD 96 KIND WORDS 99 MARCH 101 THE PRAYING PEASANT 102 THE FISHER'S WIFE ...... 104 PAGE . THE DISTRESSED MECHANIC 106 BESSY BRIGHTON 109 ......
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... labour'd with a happy heart ; Till one dark day , when loitering through the town , An officer o'erwrought him with his speech , And he became a soldier , laying down The spade of peace to grasp the murderer's knife , And wreak it with ...
... labour'd with a happy heart ; Till one dark day , when loitering through the town , An officer o'erwrought him with his speech , And he became a soldier , laying down The spade of peace to grasp the murderer's knife , And wreak it with ...
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... labours . Tidings came That o'er the seas the river - banks were gold , And gold was shining in the river - sands , And glancing brightly in the torrent rifts , And lying heavy in the great bear's den , Or heap'd upon the summit of the ...
... labours . Tidings came That o'er the seas the river - banks were gold , And gold was shining in the river - sands , And glancing brightly in the torrent rifts , And lying heavy in the great bear's den , Or heap'd upon the summit of the ...
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... labour'd in a mine , Five in one party in a cave of tin , And o'er them hung huge rocks as if by hairs , Nodding to fall ; and yet they knew it not . These five were teachers in a Sabbath school : And one bright summer noon they were ...
... labour'd in a mine , Five in one party in a cave of tin , And o'er them hung huge rocks as if by hairs , Nodding to fall ; and yet they knew it not . These five were teachers in a Sabbath school : And one bright summer noon they were ...
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... labour for his Lord and Christ , His back upon the world , his face to heaven . " How the bright stars , conversing as they shine , Invite my gaze among them ! Eyes of love , They smile upon me in my hill of rock , And bid me think of ...
... labour for his Lord and Christ , His back upon the world , his face to heaven . " How the bright stars , conversing as they shine , Invite my gaze among them ! Eyes of love , They smile upon me in my hill of rock , And bid me think of ...
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Página i - Of mercy and justice in thy face discern'd, Regardless of the bliss wherein he sat Second to thee, offer'd himself to die For man's offence. O unexampled love ! Love no where to be found less than divine ! Hail, Son of God, Saviour of men! Thy name Shall be the copious matter of my song Henceforth, and never shall my harp thy praise Forget, nor from thy Father's praise disjoin ! " Thus they in heaven, above the starry sphere, Their happy hours in joy and hymning spent.
Página 153 - I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side : By our own spirits are we deified : We poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
Página 5 - Maggot's cottage — and never in this world was a more flat and emphatic contradiction given to any statement, than that which was given to David Trevarrow's assertion — "There are none to weep if I was taken away." (A short but beautiful account of the above incident will be found in a little volume of poems, entitled Lays from the Mine, the Moor, and the Mountain, written by John Harris, a Cornish miner.) CHAPTER THIRTY Reveals some Astonishing Facts and their Consequences.
Página 86 - And when in after days the lash Was drinking her hot blood, And crushing her worn frame to earth, Because she pray'd to God ; The black maid's spirit bounded high On wings of silvery light, And join'd the throngs of Paradise In robes of purest white.
Página 54 - And there a crusher crash'd the copper ore. Here girls were cobbing under roofs of straw, And there were giggers at the oaken hutch. Here a man-engine...
Página 85 - And burring sighs roll up to heaven For vengeance on the slain. A colour'd maiden, free from guile, And gentle as the rain Which falls at leafy summer-time Upon the grassy plain, Came to her mistress sighing much ; Who blush'd not thus to rave : " A black maid with a face like yours Has not a soul to save.
Página 86 - Among the sugar-trees, A heavenly voice came on her ear, Borne by the passing breeze. And as it floated through her hair, And kiss'd the slave-dress'd sod, It...
Página 85 - Whose funeral-shadow falls upon The field of slavery. Down in a hollow where the roe Bounds wild from rock to rock, A stately mansion stands, where dwell A planter and his flock.
Página 54 - With pincers in his hand ; and troops of maids With heavy hammers brake the mineral stones. The cart-man cried, and shook his broken whip ; And on the steps of the account-house stood The active agent, with his eye on all.
Página 110 - A month was nearly ended, And he severe had wrought Day after day in darkness, And it was all for nought. The mineral- vein had faded, And now all hope was fled ; To-morrow should be pay-day, His children have no bread.