Poems: Original and Selected

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For the Author, 1847 - 144 pages

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Page 56 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 104 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Page 57 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 31 - So he drove out the man: and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.
Page 104 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, — To slumber in that dreamless bed, From all my toil...
Page 105 - Whate'er thy lot — whoe'er thou be, Confess thy folly, — kiss the rod ; And in thy chastening sorrows see The hand of GOD.
Page 88 - Nay, speak no ill ! a kindly word Can never leave a sting behind, And oh ! to breathe each tale we've heard Is far beneath a noble mind.
Page 43 - Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem ; Christ and His love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fixed on Him.

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