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50 cents age to age amid angels bard beams beauty beneath bliss blood bloom breath burning chariots of fire clouds dark death deep delight divine earth endless eternal evermore fair faith fancy fear fell fierce fire flame flocks flood gaze gloom glorious glory God's grace groan hand happy harp hast heard heart heaven hell hills holy hope horrid immortal light living look loud lyre mercy Messiah morn mortal mortal vision mountains Muse muslin Nature night numbers o'er Omnipotent passions peace poison'd praise pride rage rapture redeemed retired rise ROBERT POLLOK robes rolled round sacred seemed seraph shade shining sighs sing smile song soul spirit Spring stood stream sweet swelling taught tempest thee thou thought thousand throne thunder toil truth Twas utter vale virtue voice walk waste wave weeping wild winds wing wisdom wonder wrath youth
Page 31 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 126 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then brisk alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is — Till, more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 149 - Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy. Then comes thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year...
Page 108 - Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the time For those whom Wisdom and whom Nature charm To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, And soar above this little scene of things; To tread low-thoughted Vice beneath their feet; To soothe the throbbing passions into peace, And woo lone Quiet in her silent walks.
Page 128 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Page 88 - To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye, Unconscious of her power, and turning quick, With unaffected blushes, from his gaze. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
Page 49 - Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round.
Page 284 - With many tears, and closed without a cloud. They set as sets the morning star, which goes • Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides Obscured among the tempests of the sky, But melts away into the light of heaven.
Page 185 - The subject, God and man, salvation, life And death — eterna. life, eternal death — Dread words ! whose meaning has no end, no boundsMost wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord! Star of eternity ! the only star By which the bark of man could navigate The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss Securely!