Miscellaneous poems. Olney hymns. Anti-Thelyphthora. Table talk and other poems. Translations from Vincent Bourne

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Baldwin and Cradock, 1836
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Página 93 - The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree ; And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.
Página 314 - Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ; Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Página 166 - Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile, From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity. Inscribed above the portal, from afar Conspicuous as the brightness of a star. Legible only by the light they give, Stand the soul-quickening words — BELIEVE AND LIVE.
Página 82 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Página 307 - a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper solitude is sweet.
Página 86 - GOD of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor...
Página 321 - In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear, And your lordship," he said, ' will undoubtedly find. That the Nose has had Spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind.
Página 303 - Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace : Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind- quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Página 226 - Greek I slur a name a poet must not speak) Stood pilloried on infamy's high stage, And bore the pelting scorn of half an age; The very butt of slander, and the blot For every dart that malice ever shot.
Página 55 - My trust is in the Lord," My soul hath quell'da thousand foes, Fearless of all that could oppose. But unbelief, self-will, Self-righteousness, and pride, How often do they steal My weapon from my side ! Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, Will help his servant to the end.

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