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... rounded by his " own familiar friends . " The writer of this brief sketch feels , however , that the constant attendance which was given to that afflicted brother , for more than two long years , was but a poor reward for the lessons of ...
... rounded by his " own familiar friends . " The writer of this brief sketch feels , however , that the constant attendance which was given to that afflicted brother , for more than two long years , was but a poor reward for the lessons of ...
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... thought to find The guide to truth , content and love , The harbinger of joys above . ' Tis his , who , mad with passion , learns That siren art which ruined Burns , 25 Who twines with Moore Religion's name , Round wanton Love's 3 *
... thought to find The guide to truth , content and love , The harbinger of joys above . ' Tis his , who , mad with passion , learns That siren art which ruined Burns , 25 Who twines with Moore Religion's name , Round wanton Love's 3 *
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John W. Curtis. Who twines with Moore Religion's name , Round wanton Love's unhallowed flame , Or courts the dæmon Muse that reigns In Byron's dark and impious strains . III . I venerate his pure intent , E'en when the good man errs , -I ...
John W. Curtis. Who twines with Moore Religion's name , Round wanton Love's unhallowed flame , Or courts the dæmon Muse that reigns In Byron's dark and impious strains . III . I venerate his pure intent , E'en when the good man errs , -I ...
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... round . Hark ! Heard ye not that note all wild ? It came from yon lone mountain cave : There rise , on wrecks of empires piled , The awful ruins of the grave To rapt Isaiah's eye , and on the throne of final Judgment God's Almighty Son ...
... round . Hark ! Heard ye not that note all wild ? It came from yon lone mountain cave : There rise , on wrecks of empires piled , The awful ruins of the grave To rapt Isaiah's eye , and on the throne of final Judgment God's Almighty Son ...
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... to the dying a long farewell , And list to the toll of the funeral bell , The Muse of the Christian , the Muse of Kirk White Will draw round the churchyard the curtain of night , And amid the deep gloom of the charnel - bed.
... to the dying a long farewell , And list to the toll of the funeral bell , The Muse of the Christian , the Muse of Kirk White Will draw round the churchyard the curtain of night , And amid the deep gloom of the charnel - bed.
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ancient ANCIENT EGYPT angel anti-poetical balm band bard beaming beauty Bishop blest blooming bold breath bright Caledonia charm CHORUS clouds dark David Butler dear death deep DIES IRÆ doth e'en earth EUGENE D Eurydice fame fancy's fear feeling fire friends gathering genius gentle GEORGIC gloom glory glow God's gone grave GRECIAN LIBERTY Greece happy hath heard heart heaven heavenly hill Hobart holy Homer hope hour HYMN land Lautaro life's living lonely lyre Mary MEDEA melancholy memory mighty mind mother mourn Muse native ne'er night o'er peace POESY OF RELIGION poetry poets pure Racine round scene SCOTTISH CHARACTER shout sing smile sorrow soul sound spirit STABAT MATER stood storm strain sung sweet tear tell thee thine Thou hast thunder tomb Virgil virtue wander weep wild wondrous YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youth
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Page 45 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams are left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Page 45 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings; " An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
Page 45 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Page 131 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persian's grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Page 118 - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
Page 45 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Page 16 - Non possidentem multa vocaveris Recte beatum : rectius occupat Nomen beati qui deorum Muneribus sapienter uti Duramque callet pauperiem pati, Pejusque leto flagitium timet, Non ille pro caris amicis Aut patria timidus perire.
Page 71 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.
Page 95 - Amour sacré de la patrie, Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs ! Liberté ! Liberté chérie, Combats avec tes défenseurs ! Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire Accoure à tes mâles accents ! Que tes ennemis expirants Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire ! Aux armes, etc.
Page 46 - O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content ! And...