Stanley; or The infidel reclaimed, and other poemsJ.G. & F. Rivington, 1838 - 87 pages |
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affection's ALLIED TROOPS angels art thou bade balmy beauteous beneath blest bliss breast breath brow calm charms cheerful cherish'd church chûte clouds cold dare dark dear deem'd deep delirium dwell E'en e'er EXTRACT FROM ROBY'S faith fame fashion's icy fear feelings flame flatt'ry's flower friendship Gaze GILBERT & RIVINGTON glittering gloom grave grief guile hand Heaven holiest holy Hornby Hornby's hour idle baubles INFIDEL RECLAIMED JURA land life's light mem❜ry mercy Mock monarch's mountains Nature's ne'er night Paradise Pastor peace poison'd pow'r Pray❜r pride pure bright eye rapture RHINE ROBY'S LANCASHIRE room for Christ rude ruder serene shines sight Slaiburn's priest smile snow soft soul spirit Stanley storm sunbeams sweet Switzerland sympathy tear tempests thee thine thou thought Time's tombs Traditions of Lancashire triumphs TROOPS IN PARIS virtue virtue's voice wand'ring waves wearied whisp'ring ΤΟ
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Page 2 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Page 2 - He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun : Himself is his own dungeon. MILTON.
Page 39 - Doch, sonst an keinem Orte Wohnt die ersehnte Ruh; Nur durch die dunkle Pforte Geht man der Heimat zu. Das arme Herz, hienieden Von manchem Sturm bewegt, Erlangt den wahren Frieden Nur, wo es nicht mehr schlägt.
Page 37 - Das Grab ist tief und stille, und schauderhaft sein Rand; es deckt mit schwarzer Hülle ein unbekanntes Land. Das Lied der Nachtigallen tönt nicht in seinem Schoss; der Freundschaft Rosen fallen nur auf des Hügels Moos.
Page 53 - CHURCH. O'ER the far heath ere sinks the close of day The lone, lost wand'rer seeks in vain his way, Till his glad eyes pursue a speck of white — He finds the village church has led him right. Thus o'er the waste of life in mercy giv'n Religion's light directs our path to Heav'n.
Page 57 - Not Time's rude hand, nor angry storm, That lovely ruin can deform. Thus o'er distress and human...