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Page 63 - Possessions vanish, and opinions change, And Passions hold a fluctuating seat: But, by the storms of circumstance unshaken, And subject neither to eclipse nor wane, Duty exists; — immutably survive, For our support, the measures and the forms, Which an abstract Intelligence supplies; Whose kingdom is, where Time and Space are not...
Page 151 - The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Page 137 - To come and go with tidings from the heart, As it a running messenger had been.
Page 75 - Extends her liberal hand to all. " By Sympathy's untutor'd voice Be taught her social laws to keep ; Rejoice with them that do rejoice, And weep with them that weep. " The heart that bleeds for others' woes, Shall feel each selfish sorrow less ; His breast who happiness bestows, Reflected happiness shall bless.
Page 296 - The wind was hushed, And to the beach, each slowly lifted wave, Creeping with silver curl, just kissed the shore, And slept in silence.
Page 145 - The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night ; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky : Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I've lived and loved, and that was to-day — Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow...
Page 199 - gird up the loins" of our affection. It will not be child's play, but he who wants a religion of child's play must not seek the companionship of Christ. The Master spake of cutting off the right hand and plucking out the right eye, and the bleeding figure has reference to the severing of relationships and the disentangling of well-established affections.