The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Recreations of Christopher North
W. Blackwood, 1857
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Page 81 - These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins; these are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Page 273 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months...
Page 80 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Page 54 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Page 101 - Full fain it would delay me! My dear babe, Who, capable of no articulate sound, Mars all things with his imitative lisp, How he would place his hand beside his ear, His little hand, the small forefinger up, And bid us listen!
Page 293 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 242 - Child of the Sun, refulgent SUMMER comes, In pride of youth, and felt through nature's depth. He comes attended by the sultry hours, And ever-fanning breezes, on his way ; While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring Averts her blushful face ; and earth, and skies, All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves.
Page 43 - The essence of poetry is invention ; such invention as, by producing something unexpected, surprises and delights. The topics of devotion are few, and being few are universally known ; but few as they are, they can be made no more ; they can receive no grace from novelty of sentiment, and very little from novelty of expression.
Page 277 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Page 306 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue ; Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer of vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th