His Memoirs and Poetry

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author, 1817 - 144 pages
 

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Page 28 - Bound on a voyage of awful length And dangers little known, A stranger to superior strength, Man vainly trusts his own. But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast ; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
Page 35 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 17 - Icelander and sun-burnt Moor; Men of all climes, that never met before, And of all creeds, the Jew, the Turk, the Christian. Here the proud prince, and favourite yet prouder, His sovereign's keeper and the people's scourge, Are huddled out of sight.
Page 50 - Has echoed from the distant town, They wish no beds of cygnet-down, No trophied canopies, to close Their drooping eyes in quick repose. Their little sons, who spread the bloom Of health around the clay-built room, Or through the...
Page 31 - Heaven's early care prescribed for every age; First in the soul, and after in the page. Or, whether more abstractedly we look, Or on the writers, or the written book, Whence but from heaven, could men unskilled in arts, In several ages born, in several parts, Weave such agreeing truths...
Page 30 - And Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial light, Shine inward, and the mind, through all her powers, Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that T may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 28 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Page 51 - There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Page viii - For sure a sight like this might raise the arm Of duty, even to the breast of love! At least I'll throw this vizor of my patience off: Now wake him in his guilt, And barefaced front him with my wrongs.
Page i - MAN, considered in himself, is a very helpless, and a very wretched being. He is subject every moment to the greatest calamities and misfortunes. He is beset with dangers on all sides; and may become' unhappy by numberless casualties, which he could not foresee, nor have prevented had he foreseen them. It is our comfort, while we are obnoxious to so many accidents, that we are under the care of ONE who directs contingencies, and has in his hands...

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