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... soft control ! By night it ruled in bright etherial dreams , By day in latent , ever - varying themes ; In solitude , or ' mid the city's throng , Or in the festal halls of mirth and song ; Through loss or gain , through quietude or ...
... soft control ! By night it ruled in bright etherial dreams , By day in latent , ever - varying themes ; In solitude , or ' mid the city's throng , Or in the festal halls of mirth and song ; Through loss or gain , through quietude or ...
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... soft , With little dimpled fingers spread aloft , As if it stretched those rounded , dimpled arms , Enraptured by some unseen angel's charms , All yet unspotted by disease or care ; — Sweet innocence ! how beautiful and fair ! When to ...
... soft , With little dimpled fingers spread aloft , As if it stretched those rounded , dimpled arms , Enraptured by some unseen angel's charms , All yet unspotted by disease or care ; — Sweet innocence ! how beautiful and fair ! When to ...
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... soft ethereal beauty , falls On every scene - the castle's ruin'd walls Seem as if lit by spirits of the night , Touch'd tenderly with hallow'd spectral light ; The tottering abbey's monumental stones , That bear faint records o'er ...
... soft ethereal beauty , falls On every scene - the castle's ruin'd walls Seem as if lit by spirits of the night , Touch'd tenderly with hallow'd spectral light ; The tottering abbey's monumental stones , That bear faint records o'er ...
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... soft , Rolling my grateful eyes aloft While tears of burning love did fall ! The flowering garment of the fields ; - The brilliant gems that India yields ; - The purpling tints that spread on high Across the dawning orient sky , Have ...
... soft , Rolling my grateful eyes aloft While tears of burning love did fall ! The flowering garment of the fields ; - The brilliant gems that India yields ; - The purpling tints that spread on high Across the dawning orient sky , Have ...
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... Soft as they say unfallen angels sing . Gladly I'll listen to the syren sound . [ Music resumed . A seraph hanging o'er his golden lyre , Borne on a gentle cloud athwart the sky , Could not bring sweeter music from its strings . Let me ...
... Soft as they say unfallen angels sing . Gladly I'll listen to the syren sound . [ Music resumed . A seraph hanging o'er his golden lyre , Borne on a gentle cloud athwart the sky , Could not bring sweeter music from its strings . Let me ...
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Page 149 - To a poet nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful, must be familiar to his imagination : he must be conversant with all that is awfully vast or elegantly little.
Page 140 - And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said, Who art thou Lord? And the Lord said. I am Jesus whom thou persecutest: It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Page 149 - The plants of the garden, the animals of the wood, the minerals of the earth, and meteors of the sky, must all concur to store his mind with inexhaustible variety : for every idea is useful for the enforcement or decoration of moral or religious truth ; and he, who knows most, will have most power of diversifying his scenes, and of gratifying his reader with remote allusions and unexpected instruction. " All the appearances of nature I was therefore careful to study, and every country which I have...
Page 140 - When he had thus spoken, he spat on the ground, and made clay of the spittle, and he anointed the eyes of the blind man with the clay, and said unto him, Go, wash in the pool of Siloam, (which is by interpretation, Sent.) He went his way therefore, and washed, and came seeing.
Page 142 - June, 1790, a victim to the perilous and benevolent attempt to ascertain the cause of, and find an efficacious remedy for, the plague. He trod an open but unfrequented path to immortality, in the ardent and unremitted exercise of Christian charity. May this tribute to his fame excite an emulation of his truly glorious achievements.
Page 139 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Page 146 - Cheselden tells us that the first time the boy saw a black object it gave him great uneasiness; and that some time after, upon accidentally seeing a negro woman, he was struck with great horror at the sight.
Page 141 - This extraordinary man had the fortune to be honoured whilst living in the manner which his virtues deserved ; He received the thanks of both houses of the British and Irish Parliaments for his eminent services rendered to his country, and to mankind. Our national prisons and hospitals, improved upon the suggestion of his wisdom, bear testimony to the solidity of his judgment, and to the estimation in which he was held. In every part of the civilized world, which he traversed to reduce the sum of...
Page 142 - His modesty alone defeated various efforts that were made during his life to erect this statue, which the public has now consecrated to his memory ! He was born at Hackney, in the county of Middlesex, Sept.
Page 259 - HURRAH for the Highlands ! the stern Scottish Highlands, The home of the clansman, the brave, and the free; Where the clouds love to rest, on the mountain's rough breast, Ere they journey afar o'er the islandless sea.