Poetrical remains. Extracts from the correspondence (Google eBook)

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B.J. Holdsworth, 1825
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Page 125 - When this frail treasure in her arms she pressed ! Her prayer was heard, — she clasped a living child, But how the gift transcends the poor request ! A child was all she asked, with many a vow ; Mother, behold the child an angel now ! Now in her Father's house she finds a place ; Or, if to earth she take a transient flight, 'Tis to fulfil the purpose of His grace, To guide thy footsteps to the world of light ; — A ministering spirit sent to thee, That where she is, there thou mayst also be.
Page 110 - THERE is a glorious world of light Above the starry sky, Where saints departed, clothed in white, Adore the Lord most high. 2 And hark ! — amid the sacred songs Those heavenly voices raise, Ten thousand thousand infant tongues Unite in perfect praise.
Page 121 - COME, my fond fluttering heart ! Come, struggle to be free ; Thou and the world must part, However hard it be : My trembling spirit owns it just. But cleaves yet closer to the dust...
Page 284 - ... qu'on se dit tel homme n'est pas digne de me juger, telle femme n'est pas capable de me comprendre ; le visage humain exerce un grand pouvoir sur le cœur humain; et quand vous lisez sur ce visage une désapprobation secrète, elle vous inquiète toujours, en dépit de vous-même; enfin, le cercle qui vous environne finit toujours par vous cacher le reste du monde...
Page 28 - Those beams which so bright through my casement appear, To far distant scenes they extend ; Illumine the dwellings of those that are dear, And sleep on the grave of my friend. Then still I must love thee, mild Queen of the Night, Since feeling and fancy agree To make thee a source of unfailing delight, A friend and a solace to me.
Page 136 - That charmed my ardent youth ; But in thy light would see the light, And learn thy perfect truth. The gathering clouds of sense dispel, That wrap my soul around ; In heavenly places make me dwell, While treading earthly ground. Illume this shadowy soul of mine, That still in darkness lies...
Page 111 - Above the starry sky, Where saints departed, clothed in white, Adore the Lord most high. 2 And hark, amid the sacred songs Those heavenly voices raise, Ten thousand thousand infant tongues Unite in perfect praise. 3 Those are the hymns that we shall know, If Jesus we obey ; That is the place where we shall go, If found in wisdom's way.
Page 108 - THE moon is very fair and bright, And also very high : I think it is a pretty sight To see it in the sky : It shone upon me where I lay, And seemed almost as bright as day. The stars are very pretty too, And scattered all about — At first there seem a very few ; But soon the rest come out : I 'm sure I could not count them all,.
Page 27 - Of joys that are vanished, of hopes that are dead, Of friendships that were, and are not. I think of the future — still gazing the while, As thou couldst those secrets reveal: But ne'er dost thou grant an encouraging smile, To answer the mournful appeal.
Page 324 - I fear I cannot finish. — O, my dear friends, if you knew what thoughts I have now, you would see, as I do, that the whole business of life is preparation for death ! — Let it be so with you.

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