Scenes and Songs of Social Life: A Miscellany

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Saxton & Kelt, 1846 - 336 pages
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Page 302 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Page 214 - Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket, have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air. Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator ! Oft in bands While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds In full harmonic number joined, their songs Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven.
Page 170 - Having little to divert attention, or diversify thought, they find themselves uneasy when they are apart, and therefore conclude that they shall be happy together. They marry, and discover what nothing but voluntary...
Page 333 - Because I have called and ye refused; I have stretched out my hand, and no man regarded ; But ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof: I also will laugh at your calamity: I will mock when your fear cometh ; When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind; when distress and anguish cometh upon you. Then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek me early, but they shall not find me...
Page 231 - I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord : I will pay my vows unto the Lord now in the presence of all his people.
Page 9 - What th' unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously ; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist His...
Page 302 - Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene; How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made...
Page 214 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep...
Page 244 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 195 - Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand: O! that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek.

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