Gifts of Genius: A Miscellany of Prose and Poetry

C.A. Davenport, 1859 - 252 páginas

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Página 112 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Página 169 - For every creature of God is good, and nothing to be refused, if it be received with thanksgiving. For it is sanctified by the word of God and prayer.
Página 121 - And teach her fair steps to our earth: Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine: Meet you her, my wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye called my absent kisses.
Página 110 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound. Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness.
Página 111 - O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track ! That I might once more reach that plain, Where first I left my glorious train; From whence the enlightened spirit sees That shady city of palm trees. But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way ! Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move; 30 And when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return.
Página 100 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife — More plentiful than hope.
Página 119 - An universal synod of all sweets ; By whom it is defined thus — That no perfume For ever shall presume To pass for odoriferous, But such alone whose sacred pedigree Can prove itself some kin, sweet Name ! to thee. Sweet Name ! in thy each syllable A thousand blest Arabias dwell ; A thousand hills of frankincense ; Mountains of myrrh and beds of spices, And ten thousand paradises, The soul that tastes thee takes from thence.
Página 101 - Thus he sung on earth such hymns and anthems as the angels and he, and Mr. Farrer, now sing in heaven. Thus he continued meditating and praying, and rejoicing, till the day of his death ; and on that day, said to Mr. Woodnot, " My dear friend, I am sorry I have nothing to present to my merciful God but sin and misery ; but the first is pardoned : and a few hours will now...
Página 99 - LORD, with what care hast thou begirt us round ! Parents first season us : then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes. Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, Bibles laid open, millions of surprises, Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, The sound of glory ringing in our ears ; Without, our shame ; within, our consciences ; Angels and grace, eternal hopes and...
Página 110 - When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back — at that short space — Could see a glimpse of His bright face...

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