Literature, Ancient and Modern: With Specimens

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Bradbury, Soden & Company, 1845 - 336 sider
 

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Side 239 - But the effluence of Thy light divine, Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosom too ; Yes! in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine, As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew.
Side 241 - O visions blest ! Though worthless our conceptions all of Thee, Yet shall Thy shadowed image fill our breast, And waft its homage to Thy Deity. God ! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar ; Thus seek Thy presence — Being wise and good! Midst Thy vast works admire, obey, adore ; And when the tongue is eloquent no more, The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude.
Side 61 - My soul impels me to th' embattled plains: Let me be foremost to defend the throne, And guard my father's glories and my own. Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates, (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Side 61 - And woes, of which so large a part was thine! To bear the victor's hard commands, or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring. There while you groan beneath the load of life, They cry, 'Behold the mighty Hector's wife!
Side 102 - Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or knowing it pursue.
Side 240 - The chain of being is complete in me ; In me is matter's last gradation lost, And the next step is spirit — Deity ! I can command the lightning, and am dust ! A monarch, and a slave...
Side 42 - Isaiah, Jeremiah, Lamentations, Ezekiel, Daniel, Hosea, Joel, Amos, Obadiah, Jonah, Micah, Nahum, Habakkuk, Zephaniah, Haggai, Zechariah, and Malachi, which constitute the Hebrew canon or the Old Testament.
Side 252 - Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin ; And long pursues with fruitless yell, The father of the powerful spell.
Side 253 - Long on these mould'ring bones have beat The winter's snow, the summer's heat, The drenching dews and driving rain ! Let me, let me sleep again. Who is he, with voice unblest, That calls me from the bed of rest ? Odin.
Side 239 - Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround : Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with breath ! Thou the beginning with the end hast bound, And beautifully mingled life and death. As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze, So suns...

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