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Page 215 - How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous, sweet, and fair.
Page 143 - Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and alone, Thy tender elegance So virtue blooms, brought forth amid the...
Page 176 - Come, Disappointment, come ! Not in thy terrors clad ; Come in thy meekest, saddest guise ; Thy chastening rod but terrifies The restless and the bad : But I recline Beneath thy shrine, And round my brow, resign'd, thy peaceful cypress twine.
Page 226 - Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose, — It was the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 177 - What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day, A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps along the plain, And all things fade away: Man, soon discussed, Yields up his trust, And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust.
Page 224 - Thus while we dwell in this low scene, The Lamb is our unfailing screen ; To him, though guilty, still we run, And God still spares us for his Son.
Page 227 - It was my guide, my light, my all, it bade my dark forebodings cease ; and through the storm and danger's thrall it led me to the port of peace.
Page 126 - ... majestic in the varied swell; Now breathe melodious as the Grecian lyre, Or on the ear in sinking cadence dwell. Romantic sounds ! such is the bliss ye give, That heaven's bright scenes seem bursting on the soul, With joy I'd yield each sensual wish, to live For ever 'neath your undefiled control.