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Page 135 - Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays!
Page 57 - And he took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town ; and when he had spit on his eyes, and put his hands upon him, he asked him if he saw ought. 24 And he looked up, and said, I see men as trees, walking. 25 After that he put his hands again upon his eyes, and made him look up : and he was restored, and saw every man clearly.
Page 57 - AND seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: And he opened his mouth, and taught them, saying, Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Page 134 - One part, one little part, we dimly scan Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream ; Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan, If but that little part incongruous seem. Nor is that part perhaps what mortals deem ; Oft from apparent ill our blessings rise. O then renounce that impious self-esteem, That aims to trace the secrets of the skies ; For thou art but of dust ; be humble, and be 'wise.
Page 4 - Tis pleasant, by the cheerful hearth, to hear Of tempests and the dangers of the deep, And pause at times, and feel that we are safe ; Then listen to the perilous tale again, And with an eager and suspended soul, Woo terror to delight us.
Page 4 - Woo terror to delight us. ... But to hear The roaring of the raging elements, . . To know all human skill, all human strength, Avail not, . . to look round, and only see The mountain wave incumbent with its weight Of bursting waters o'er the reeling bark...
Page 135 - O vale of bliss ! O softly - swelling hills ! On which the Power of Cultivation lies , And joys to see the wonders of his toil.
Page 139 - with pleasure into the " most gloomy recesses of this last resort of grandeur, to contem" plate human life, and trace mankind through all the wilderness " of their frailties and misfortunes, from their cradles to their ' graves. I have reflected on the shortness of our duration here, and that I was but one of the millions who had been employed in the same manner, in ruminating on the trophies of mortality before me ; that I must moulder to dust in the same manner, and quit the scene to a new generation,...
Page 76 - How many hearts have here grown cold, That sleep these mouldering stones among ; How many beads have here been told, . How many matins here been sung. " On this rude stone, by time long broke, I think I see some pilgrim kneel ; I think I see the censor smoke ; I think I hear the solemn peal.
Page 161 - Mixed with the grazers of the plain, The plundered, helpless peasant train, In sacred ward were laid. From yon high tower the archer drew With steady hand the stubborn yew, , While, fierce in martial state, The mailed host in long array, With crested helms and banners gay, Burst from the thundering gate.