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A Sketch of My Friend's Family: Intended to Suggest Some Practical Hints on ...
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Page 112 - AT summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 70 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by One who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Page 7 - Though few now taste thee unimpaired and pure, Or tasting, long enjoy thee, too infirm Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Unmixed with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of virtue. In thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born and destined to the skies again.
Page 13 - If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut our home.
Page 82 - Muse, whose sober voice you hear, Contracts with bigot frown her sullen brow; Casts round religion's orb the mists of fear, Or shades with horrors what with smiles should glow. No — she would warm you with seraphic fire, Heirs as ye are of heaven's eternal day; Would bid you boldly to that heaven aspire, Nor sink and slumber in your cells of clay.
Page 122 - And thus their moments fly. The Seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy, and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads: Till evening comes at last, serene and mild; When...
Page 112 - Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Thus with delight we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way ; Thus from afar each dim-discovered scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been, And every form that Fancy can repair From dark oblivion glows divinely there.
Page 82 - Not sink and slumber in your cells of clay. Know, ye were form'd to range yon azure field, In yon ethereal founts of bliss to lave ; Force then, secure in Faith's protecting shield, The Sting from Death, the Vict'ry from the grave.
Page 122 - ... moments fly. The Seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy ; and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads : Till evening comes at last, serene and mild ; When after the long vernal day of life...