Verses on Various Occasions, Numéro 61

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Burns, Oates, 1868 - 340 pages

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Page 75 - Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging place of wayfaring men ; that I might leave my people, and go from them ! for they be all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.
Page 327 - Praise to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise : In all His words most wonderful ; Most sure in all His ways.
Page 145 - PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o'er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he, who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith's meanest deed more favour bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.
Page 131 - OH that thy creed were sound! ' For thou dost soothe the heart, thou Church of Rome, By thy unwearied watch and varied round Of service, in thy Saviour's holy home.
Page 133 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
Page 133 - Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on!
Page 27 - WEEP not for me; — Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom The stream of love that circles home, Light hearts and free! Joy in the gifts Heaven's bounty lends; Nor miss my face, dear friends! I still am near; — Watching the smiles I prized on earth, Your converse mild, your blameless mirth; Now too I hear Of whispered sounds the tale complete, Low prayers, and musings sweet.
Page 20 - Of promise quench'd in turn, till all our sky was dark. Death came and went : — that so thy image might Our yearning hearts possess, Associate with all pleasant thoughts and bright, With youth and loveliness ; Sorrow can claim, Mary, nor lot nor part in thy soft soothing name.
Page 122 - Howbeit from the sins of Jeroboam the son of Nebat, who made Israel to sin, Jehu departed not from after them, to wit, the golden calves that were in Beth-el, and that were in Dan.
Page 301 - A strange refreshment: for I feel in me An inexpressive lightness, and a sense Of freedom, as I were at length myself, And ne'er had been before. How still it is ! I hear no more the busy beat of time, No, nor my fluttering breath, nor struggling pulse; Nor does one moment differ from the next. I had a dream ; yes :—some one softly said " He's gone ;" and then a sigh went round the room.

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