The Denstonian

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Page 23 - Many are the notes Which, in his tuneful course, the wind draws forth From rocks, woods, caverns, heaths, and dashing shores ; And well those lofty brethren bear their part In the wild concert — chiefly when the storm Rides high ; then all the upper air they fill With roaring sound, that ceases not to flow, Like smoke, along the level of the blast, In mighty current ; theirs, too, is the song Of stream and headlong flood that seldom...
Page 51 - But here, - above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone...
Page 89 - I pray you, give me leave to go from hence; I am not well; send the deed after me, And I will sign it.
Page 13 - Dont waste your time at family funerals grieving for your relatives: attend to life, not to death: there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and better.
Page 5 - It is somewhat strange to see the whole picture of the Transfiguration — including the three apostles, prostrate on the mount, shading their dazzled senses from the insufferable brightness — occupying only a small part of the top of the canvas, and the principal field filled with a totally distinct and certainly unequalled picture — that of the demoniac boy, whom our Saviour cured on coming down from the mount, after his transfiguration. This was done in compliance with the orders of the monks...
Page 66 - Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer; but spare us, Lord most holy, O God most mighty, O holy and merciful Saviour, thou most worthy Judge eternal, suffer us not, at our last hour, for any pains of death, to fall from thee.
Page 23 - Rides high ; then all the upper air they fill With roaring sound, that ceases not to flow, Like smoke, along the level of the blast, In mighty current ; theirs, too, is the song Of stream and headlong flood that seldom fails ; And, in the grim and breathless hour of noon, Methinks that I have heard them echo back The thunder's greeting.
Page 88 - Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: It was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor. I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
Page 5 - And when all beheld Him, where he lay, how changed from yesterday, Him in that hour cut off, and at his head His last great work ; when, entering in, they looked Now on the dead, then on that masterpiece, Now on his face, lifeless and colourless, Then on those forms divine that lived and breathed, And would live on for ages — all were moved ; And sighs burst forth, and loudest lamentations.
Page 36 - O'er the deep ! o'er the deep ! Where the whale and the shark and the sword-fish sleep Outflying the blast and the driving rain, The petrel telleth her tale — in vain...

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