Selections from the Poems and Letters of Bernard BartonHall, Virtue, and Company, 1849 - 363 pages |
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aught Bawburgh beauty Beccles believe Bernard Barton blessed Bredfield breeze bright Bury St called Charles Charles Lamb charms Christian church clouds Colchester copies dead DEAR B. B. dear friend death earth Edmund's faith fancy fear feel flower Geldestone George Fox give glory grace Hadleigh Hall hath heart heaven holy hope hour humble Ipswich John Kesgrave Keswick Lady Lamb Leiston Abbey letter life's light living look Lord Lucy Mattishall memory mind Miss morning Nature's never Norfolk Norwich numbers o'er once Pettistree poems poet poetry praise prayer Quaker quiet religious ROBERT SOUTHEY round scene seem'd sigh silent smile SONNET soul SOUTHEY spirit Stock Exchange Street Suffolk sweet tears thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought trees truth unto verse volume walk weary Whitehaven Wickham Market Woodbridge word worth write Yarmouth
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Page 348 - It is not in heaven, that thou shouldest say, Who shall go up for us to heaven, and bring it unto us, that we may hear it, and do it ? neither is it beyond the sea, that thou shouldest say, Who shall go over the sea for us, and bring it unto us, that we may hear it, and do it? but the word is very nigh unto thee, in thy mouth, and in thy heart, that thou mayest do it.
Page 266 - And he said unto him, Say now unto her, Behold, thou hast been careful for us with all this care; what is to be done for thee? wouldest thou be spoken for to the king, or to the captain of the host? And she answered, I dwell among mine own people.
Page 83 - Condemn'd to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, or slow decline, Our social comforts drop away.
Page xxv - By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd ; All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes...
Page xix - Throw yourself, rather, my dear sir, from the steep Tarpeian rock slap-dash headlong upon iron spikes. If you had but five consolatory minutes between the desk and the bed, make much of them, and live a century in them, rather than turn slave to the booksellers. They are Turks and Tartars when they have poor authors at their beck. Hitherto you have been at arm's length from them.
Page 67 - And John answered and said, Master, we saw one casting out devils in thy name ; and we forbade him, because he followeth not with us. 50 And Jesus said unto him, Forbid him not : for he that is not against us, is for us.
Page 268 - The dead are like the stars by day ; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But, not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky : Spirits from bondage thus set free Vanish amidst immensity, Where human thought, like human sight, Fails to pursue their trackless flight.
Page 335 - And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail, according to the word of the LORD, which he spake by Elijah.
Page xx - Tis a pretty appendage to a situation like yours or mine, but a slavery worse than all slavery to be a bookseller's...
Page 327 - Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, True manna from on high ; Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky...