Indecision: A Tale of the Far West; and Other Poems

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E. L. Carey & A. Hart, 1839 - 212 páginas
 

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Página 60 - ... naked and alone, surrounded by savage animals, and men still more savage. I was five hundred miles from the nearest European settlement. All these circumstances crowded at once on my recollection, and I confess that my spirits began to fail me.
Página 60 - I could not contemplate the delicate conformation of its roots, leaves, and capsula, without admiration. Can that Being (thought I) who planted, watered, and brought to perfection, in this obscure part of the world, a thing which appears of so small importance, look with unconcern upon the situation and sufferings of creatures formed after His own image ? — surely not ! Reflections like these would not allow me to despair. I started up, and disregarding both hunger and fatigue, travelled forwards,...
Página 188 - As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God; my soul thirsteth for God, for the living God : when shall I come and appear before God?
Página 63 - I've none to smile when I am free, And when I sigh, to sigh with me. Yet in my dreams a form I view, That thinks on me, and loves me too ; I start, and when the vision's flown, I weep that I am all alone.
Página 212 - Tis a blessing to live, but a greater to die, And the best of the world, is its path to the sky. — Be it gloomy or bright, for the life that he gave, Let us thank Him — but blessed be God for the grave...
Página 23 - No mist from the mountains, no shadow from trees, It steals, incense-loaded, that gale, from the west, As bees from the Prairie-rose fly to the nest. Then fly to the Prairie, sweet maiden, with me, The vine and the Prairie-rose cluster for thee, And, hailing the moon in the prairie-propt sky, The mocking-bird echoes the katy-did's cry.
Página 22 - The woodsman delights in his trees and his shade, But see, there's no sun on the cheek of his maid; His flowers are blighted his blossoms look pale And mildew is riding his vaporous gale. Hurrah for the Prairie ! no blight on...
Página 173 - O FATHER, good or evil send, As seemeth best to thee, And teach my stubborn soul to bend In love to thy decree. 2 Whatever come, if thou wilt bless The brightness and the gloom, And temper joy, and soothe distress, I fear no earthly doom.

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