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Página 111 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Página 274 - There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 260 - ... oblivion of it. For some months the cloud seemed to grow thicker and thicker. The lines in Coleridge's Dejection — I was not then acquainted with them — exactly describe my case: A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief. Which finds no natural outlet or relief In word, or sigh, or tear.
Página 131 - Tis not the loss of love's assurance, It is not doubting what thou art, But 'tis the too, too long endurance Of absence, that afflicts my heart. The fondest thoughts two hearts can cherish, When each is lonely doom'd to weep, Are fruits on desert isles that perish, Or riches buried in the deep. What though, untouch'd by jealous madness, Our bosom's peace may fall to wreck ; Th' undoubting heart, that breaks with sadness, Is but more slowly doom'd to break.
Página 131 - Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, And the stock thereof die in the ground ; Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And bring forth boughs like a plant. But man dieth, and wasteth away : Yea, man giveth up the -ghost, and where is he...
Página 133 - NOW was the hour that wakens fond desire In men at sea, and melts their thoughtful heart Who in the morn have bid sweet friends farewell, And pilgrim newly on his road with love Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far, That seems to mourn for the expiring day...
Página 16 - I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
Página 74 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
Página 291 - M'HENRY, MD One volume, 18mo. Bennett's (Rev. John) Letters to a Young Lady, ON A VARIETY OF SUBJECTS CALCULATED TO IMPROVE THE HEART, TO FORM THE MANNERS, AND ENLIGHTEN THE UNDERSTANDING. "That our daughters may be as polished corners of the temple.