Alton Locke, Tailor and Poet: An AutobiographyHarper & brothers, 1850 - 371 pages |
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Page 29 - A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay...
Page 229 - Dee.' They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel, crawling foam, The cruel, hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea ; But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home, Across the sands o
Page 370 - Thou art, of what sort the eternal life of the saints was to be, which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive.
Page 283 - If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us; but if we confess our sins, God is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
Page 229 - The Western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land; And never home came she.
Page 274 - ... all things to all men, if by any means he may save some ; but that he has a right to demand that the scholar shall ascend to him before he is taught ; that he shall raise himself up of his own strength into the teacher's region of thought as well as feeling ; to do for himself, in short, under penalty of being called an unbeliever, just what the preacher professes to do for him.
Page 153 - O'ershadowing it with soft and lulling wings, The blood and life within those snowy fingers Teach witchcraft to the instrumental strings. My brain is wild, my breath comes quick The blood is listening in my frame, And thronging shadows, fast and thick, Fall on my overflowing eyes; My heart is quivering like a flame; As morning dew, that in the sunbeam dies, I am dissolved in these consuming ecstasies.