Poems on religious, moral, and descriptive subjects, by an officer in the army1827 |
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... soon to wake again : Thou look'st so sweet , so fresh , and fair , I cannot deem that Death is there . How long in pain's despite we gaze On that we doat upon ; Bewilder'd quite in sorrow's maze The hallow'd fount flows on ; Yet still ...
... soon to wake again : Thou look'st so sweet , so fresh , and fair , I cannot deem that Death is there . How long in pain's despite we gaze On that we doat upon ; Bewilder'd quite in sorrow's maze The hallow'd fount flows on ; Yet still ...
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... Of what was once so bright ; - 0 , woe is me ! it speaks too well To mock my aching sight ; For soon , alas ! ' twill fade away , I would not see the fearful change Come o'er that Though yet untouch'd by dull decay . 23.
... Of what was once so bright ; - 0 , woe is me ! it speaks too well To mock my aching sight ; For soon , alas ! ' twill fade away , I would not see the fearful change Come o'er that Though yet untouch'd by dull decay . 23.
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... soon , alas ! as Sin had nipt the bud , The bright exotic wither'd , droop'd , and died : And all who'd win the now immortal flower , Must seek it only where it can be found , LINES ADDRESSED TO THE REVEREND THOMAS ROBINSON , Private ...
... soon , alas ! as Sin had nipt the bud , The bright exotic wither'd , droop'd , and died : And all who'd win the now immortal flower , Must seek it only where it can be found , LINES ADDRESSED TO THE REVEREND THOMAS ROBINSON , Private ...
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... soon shall rise triumphant o'er the tomb . His course was glorious as the summer's sun When travelling in the greatness of his might , - A burning , and a shining light be shone , Then set , to rise in everlasting light : And now he ...
... soon shall rise triumphant o'er the tomb . His course was glorious as the summer's sun When travelling in the greatness of his might , - A burning , and a shining light be shone , Then set , to rise in everlasting light : And now he ...
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... : These prove them favourite sons of Heaven , And mark their heavenly Father's care ; For , whom he loves , to them ' tis given Affliction's hardest lot to bear : But soon their sorrows here shall cease , And soon E 2 75.
... : These prove them favourite sons of Heaven , And mark their heavenly Father's care ; For , whom he loves , to them ' tis given Affliction's hardest lot to bear : But soon their sorrows here shall cease , And soon E 2 75.
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beam beamy beauty beauty's beneath blest blissful bloom blooming band bower breast breath Bridge of Earn bright brow budding grace calm clouds dark dear death deep despair Devon dewy dream DURIMEL e'er earth eternal evangelic band fading fair faith farewell fear feel flower fond friends Friendship gaze gentle glory glowing grace hallow'd hath heart Heaven heavenly Hereford holy hope hour life's light lingering lone love's loveliness meet Mercy Miss mournful murmuring muse Nature's ne'er Neath night o'er O'NEILL once pass'd peace pensive Perchance perfect perfect bliss plaintive pure rapture REBEL reigns rest rose Rose of Sharon rosy scenes seem'd sigh sing smile smiling band soft song SONNET soothing sorrow soul sound spirit stray sweet tears tender thee thine thought thro truth turn'd unfriendly skies vale voice wandering Whate'er Whilst wild wilderness Of sin WRITTEN ABROAD youth
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Sida 22 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Sida 97 - His caput in a covering so vile. A change came o'er the nature of my hat. — Grease-spots appeared — but still in silence, on I wore it — and then family and friends Glared madly at each other. — There was one Who said — but hold — no matter what was said — A time may come when I away — away — Not till the season's ripe can I reveal Thoughts that do lie too deep for common minds — Till then the world shall not pluck out the heart Of this my mystery.
Sida 97 - ... heart Of this my mystery. When I will, I will ! The hat was now greasy, and old, and torn, But torn, old, greasy, still I wore it on. A change came o'er the business of this hat. Women, and men and children, scowled on me — My company was shunned — I was alone ! None would associate with such a hat — Friendship itself proved faithless for a hat. She that I loved, within whose gentle breast I treasured up my heart, looked cold as death — Love's fires went out — extinguished by a hat....
Sida 217 - One link which knits us with young dreams again, One thought so sweet we scarcely dare to muse On all the hoarded raptures it reviews, Which seems each instant in its backward range...
Sida 97 - But dwelte at hoom, and kepte wel his folde, So that the wolf ne made it nat miscarie; He was a shepherde and no mercenarie. And though he holy were, and vertuous, He was to sinful man nat despitous, Ne of his speche daungerous ne digne, But in his teching discreet and benigne.
Sida 97 - The queen of the south shall rise up in the judgment with the men of this generation, and condemn them : for she came from the utmost parts of the earth, to hear the wisdom of Solomon ; and behold, a greater than Solomon is here.
Sida 97 - Such wood-ground, pastures, quarries, wealthy mines. Such rocks in whom the diamond fairly shines; And if the earth can show the like again, Yet will she fail in her sea-ruling men. Time never can produce men to o'ertake The fames of Greenvil, Davies, Gilbert, Drake, Or worthy Hawkins, or of thousands more That by their power made the Devonian shore Mock the proud Tagus...
Sida 97 - 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.
Sida 97 - Of those, that knew me best, some turned aside, And scudded down dark lanes ; one man did place His finger on his nose's side, and jeered ; Others, in horrid mockery, laughed outright ; Yea, dogs, deceived by instinct's dubious ray, Fixing their swart glare on my ragged hat, Mistook me for a beggar, and they barked. Thus, women, men, friends, strangers, lover, dogs, One thought pervaded all — it was my hat.
Sida 97 - This tattered, brown, old, greasy coverture (Time had endeared its vileness) was transferred To the possession of a wandering son Of Israel's fated race — and friends once more Greeted my digits with the wonted squeeze : — Once more I went my way — along — along — And plucked no wondering gaze...