Musings of a Recluse ...

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Printed and published for the author, 1837 - 180 pages
 

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Page 55 - E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee ; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move : And, if so fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship, and as fond in love, Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die, ('Twas, e'en to thee,) yet, the dread path once trod, Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high, And bids "the pure in heart behold their God.
Page 5 - In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm, In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Page 54 - Does youth, does beauty, read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breasts alarm ? Speak, dead Maria ! breathe a strain divine: Even from the grave thou shalt have power to charm Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move; And if so fair, from vanity as free ; As firm in friendship, and as fond in love; Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die, (Twas even to thee,) yet the dread path once trod.
Page 146 - Here's to you, my jovial soul, Here's to you, with all my heart; And now we're in your company, We'll drink before we part: Here's to you, Johnny Harvard.
Page 2 - ... The mind can dull the deepest smart, And smooth the bed of suffering, And, 'midst the Winter of the heart, Can renovate a second Spring. Then let me joy, whate'er betide In that uncounted treasury, Nor grieve to see the step of Pride In purple trappings sweeping by ; Nor murmur if my fate shut out The gaudy world's tumultuous din : He recks not of the world without, Who feels he bears his world within.
Page 21 - ... ill starred mortals, are you bent on climbing up hither ? Here is nought but a dream, a fiction, a hollow mockery ! ' But when I reflected upon the vast number of sacrifices which this hollow mockery had cost, I conceived a violent disgust for mankind, an unspeakable loathing for myself .... Verily I know not what would have become of me, had I not, when fixing my eyes on the base of the pyramid, descried countless millions of tiny, scarcely visible human creatures; living a life apart, which...
Page 152 - Your wood sawyer and your shoe black, arc very familiar, and offer to shake hands with you. capital witticisms to an audience as insensible as an iceberg, when you are poor. ' Now let me advise you,' is the language that the fallen man is doomed to hear from fools, incapable of advice or reflection.

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