The Argosy, 66. kötetMrs. Henry Wood, Charles William Wood R. Bentley and son, 1898 A magazine of tales, travels, essays, and poems. |
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265. oldal - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
630. oldal - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body's balmer; No other balm will there be given; Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer, Travelleth towards the land of heaven...
506. oldal - 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.
266. oldal - Sweet Mercy ! to the gates of Heaven This Minstrel lead, his sins forgiven ; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven, Effaced for ever. But why to Him confine the prayer, When kindred thoughts and yearnings bear On the frail heart the purest share With all that live ?— The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive ! TO THE SONS OF BURNS, AFTER VISITING THE GRAVE OF THEIR FATHER.
266. oldal - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
266. oldal - And surely here it may be said That such are blest. And oh for Thee, by pitying grace Checked oft-times in a devious race, May He, who halloweth the place Where Man is laid Receive thy Spirit in the embrace For which it prayed!
270. oldal - Who, without pain's advice, would e'er be good ? Who, without death, but would be good in vain ? Pain is to save from pain ; all punishment, To make for peace; and death to save from death ; And second death, to guard immortal life...
505. oldal - We walked in so pure and bright a light, gilding the withered grass and leaves, so softly and serenely bright, I thought I had never bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it. The west side of every wood and rising ground gleamed like the boundary of Elysium, and the sun on our backs seemed like a gentle herdsman driving us home at evening.
504. oldal - Such delights As float to earth, permitted visitants ! When in some hour of solemn jubilee The massy gates of Paradise are thrown Wide open, and forth come in fragments wild Sweet echoes of unearthly melodies, And odours snatched from beds of amaranth...
507. oldal - SAFE HOME, SAFE HOME IN PORT. (From the Greek.) AFE home, safe home in port ! Rent cordage, shattered deck, Torn sails, provisions short, And only not a wreck : But, oh, the joy upon the shore To tell our voyage-perils o'er...