Time's TelescopeSherwood, Gilbert, and Piper., 1830 - Almanacs, English |
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... tomb is there . But what to them the sculptor's art , His funeral columns , wreaths , and urns ? Wear they not graven on the heart The name of ROBERT BURNS ? F. G. HALLECK . The remains of Alloway Kirk , of which the above is a correct ...
... tomb is there . But what to them the sculptor's art , His funeral columns , wreaths , and urns ? Wear they not graven on the heart The name of ROBERT BURNS ? F. G. HALLECK . The remains of Alloway Kirk , of which the above is a correct ...
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... tomb , But e'en thy bleakest , stormiest hours , Shed o'er my buds a brighter bloom . Then , winter , howl without our dome , Within it , they thy hours beguile ; Thy frowns can ne'er invade a home Where even thou art made to smile ...
... tomb , But e'en thy bleakest , stormiest hours , Shed o'er my buds a brighter bloom . Then , winter , howl without our dome , Within it , they thy hours beguile ; Thy frowns can ne'er invade a home Where even thou art made to smile ...
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... tomb , during service in the afternoon , set fire to that sacred pile , by collecting the clergymen's and singers ' surplices , & c . , and , after placing them in a heap in the vestry room , set fire to them , by means of a flint and ...
... tomb , during service in the afternoon , set fire to that sacred pile , by collecting the clergymen's and singers ' surplices , & c . , and , after placing them in a heap in the vestry room , set fire to them , by means of a flint and ...
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... tomb ; The worm of death was in her bloom : Yet as the mortal frame declined , Strong through the ruins rose the mind : As the dim moon , when night ascends , Slow in the east the darkness rends , Through melting clouds by gradual ...
... tomb ; The worm of death was in her bloom : Yet as the mortal frame declined , Strong through the ruins rose the mind : As the dim moon , when night ascends , Slow in the east the darkness rends , Through melting clouds by gradual ...
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... tomb . So , oft in life's uneven way Some stroke may intervene ; Sweep all our fancied joys away , And change the flattering scene . " A man is infinitely mistaken who thinks there is nothing to be seen out of doors , because the sun is ...
... tomb . So , oft in life's uneven way Some stroke may intervene ; Sweep all our fancied joys away , And change the flattering scene . " A man is infinitely mistaken who thinks there is nothing to be seen out of doors , because the sun is ...
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Page 323 - Come to the bridal chamber, death ! Come to the mother when she feels For the first time her firstborn's breath ; — Come when the blessed seals Which close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke...
Page 306 - A man of a polite imagination is let into a great many pleasures that the vulgar are not capable of receiving. He can converse with a picture, and find an agreeable companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description, and often feels a greater satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows, than another does in the possession.
Page 323 - Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Page 208 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we, see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord! are thine.
Page 54 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St.
Page 186 - Oh that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion! when the Lord bringeth back the captivity of his people, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall be glad.
Page 60 - In the first sense, sir, the charge is too trifling to be confuted, and deserves only to be mentioned that it may be despised.
Page 60 - ... have subsided. The wretch who, after having seen the consequences of a thousand errors, continues still to blunder, and whose age has only added obstinacy to stupidity, is surely the object either of abhorrence or contempt, and deserves not that his gray hairs should secure him from insult.
Page 53 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Page 73 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !