Memoirs of Alexander Bethune: Embracing Selections from His Correspondence and Literary Remains

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G. and R. King, 1845 - 390 sider
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Side 286 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Side 286 - Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. The clouds were touched. And in their silent faces did he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none. Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life.
Side 286 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Side 168 - WHEN evening's lengthened shadows fall On cottage roof and princely hall, Then brothers with their brothers meet, And kindred hearts each other greet, And children wildly, gladly press, To share a father's fond caress: But home to me no more can bring Those scenes which are life's sweetening. No friendly heart remains for me, Like star to gild life's stormy sea, No brother, whose affection warm The gloomy passing hours might charm. Bereft of all who once were dear, Whose words or looks were wont...
Side 60 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May: The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine!
Side 91 - And when those kindred chords are broken Which twine around the heart; When friends their farewell word have spoken. And to the grave depart; When parents, brothers, husband, die, And desolation only At every step meets her dim eye, Inspiring visions lonely, — Love's last and strongest root below, Which widowed mothers only know, Watered by each successive grief, Puts forth a fresher, greener leaf: Divided streams unite in one, And deepen round her only son; And when her early friends are gone,...
Side 90 - All that by mortal can be done A Mother ventures for her son. If marked by worth and merit high, Her bosom beats with ecstasy ; And though he own nor worth nor charm. To him her faithful heart is warm. Though wayward passions round him close. And fame and fortune prove his foes ; Through every...
Side 90 - All that by mortal can be done A mother ventures for her son; If marked by worth or merit high, Her bosom beats with ecstacy; And though he own nor worth nor charm, To him her faithful heart is warm. Though wayward passions round him close, And fame and fortune prove his foes; Through every change of good and ill, Unchanged, a mother loves him still. Even love itself, than life more dear, — Its...
Side 13 - I did not think there was so much beauty in a locality so little talked of. Around me lay the hills reposing in quiet grandeur, and before me lay the "Loch of Lindores, which in the calm twilight of a summer's evening appears like the eye of nature looking up to its Maker in the spirit of meek and quiet devotion.
Side 278 - From worser thoughts, which make me do amiss. Thus I set pen to paper with delight, And quickly had my thoughts in black and white. For having now my method by the end, Still as I pull,d, it came ; and so I penn,d It down ; until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.

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