The Metropolitan, Volume 19

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James Cochrane, 1837

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Page 7 - In song and dance about the sacred Hill — Mystical dance, which yonder starry sphere Of planets and of fixed in all her wheels Resembles nearest; mazes intricate, Eccentric, intervolved, yet regular Then most when most irregular they seem; And in their motions harmony divine So smooths her charming tones that God's own ear Listens delighted.
Page 3 - Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Their orisons, each morning duly paid In various style ; for neither various style Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise Their Maker, in fit strains pronounced or sung Unmeditated ; such prompt eloquence Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous verse More tuneable than needed lute or harp To add more sweetness...
Page 3 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 57 - I will do the utmost, my lord; get the engine to work on the sails — hang butts of water to the stays — pipe the hammocks down, and each man place shot in them — slack the stays, knock up the wedges, and give the masts play — start off the water, Mr. James, and pump the ship.
Page 100 - BRIGHT flag at yonder tapering mast. Fling out your field of azure blue ; Let star and stripe be westward cast, And point as Freedom's eagle flew! Strain home ! O lithe and quivering spars ! Point home, my country's flag of stars ! The wind blows fair, the vessel feels The pressure of the rising breeze, And, swiftest of a thousand keels.
Page 35 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 57 - Beat to quarters, and fire coolly and deliberately at her masts and yards.
Page 247 - Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men, We always are ready : Steady, boys, steady ! We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
Page 212 - And it swoops from the hill with a broader blaze On — on the fiery glory rode — Thy lonely lake, Gorgopis, glowed — To Megara's Mount it came ; They feed it again, And it streams amain — A giant beard of flame ! The headland cliffs that darkly down O'er the Saronic waters frown, Are...
Page 97 - One that ruleth well his own house, having his children in subjection with all gravity; (For if a man know not how to rule his own house, how shall he take care of the church of God?) Not a novice, lest being lifted up with pride he fall into the condemnation of the devil.

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