PoemsEdward O. Jenkins, 1846 - 168 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 6
... Heaven sends Religion's Charm , THE TRIUMPH OF VIRTUE , Page 85 86 87 89 91 93 ELEGIES : To the Memory of Bishop Hobart and Rev. E. D. Griffin , 101 To the Memory of the Rev. Sutherland Douglas , 103 In Memory of James Lawrence Yvounett ...
... Heaven sends Religion's Charm , THE TRIUMPH OF VIRTUE , Page 85 86 87 89 91 93 ELEGIES : To the Memory of Bishop Hobart and Rev. E. D. Griffin , 101 To the Memory of the Rev. Sutherland Douglas , 103 In Memory of James Lawrence Yvounett ...
الصفحة 23
... Heaven's favored tuned the reed , Or touched the lyre . Whatever roused the mind To noble daring , or the heart refined ; Whate'er improved the arts of useful toil , To sail the ocean or to plough the soil ; - Of old was fondly thought ...
... Heaven's favored tuned the reed , Or touched the lyre . Whatever roused the mind To noble daring , or the heart refined ; Whate'er improved the arts of useful toil , To sail the ocean or to plough the soil ; - Of old was fondly thought ...
الصفحة 24
... heaven th ' exulting notes of choral pæans swell , The gray - haired Christian longs to bid the world fare- well . II . The stern Philosopher denies His sanction to the poet's lays ; An art so dangerous , he cries , ' Tis folly's ...
... heaven th ' exulting notes of choral pæans swell , The gray - haired Christian longs to bid the world fare- well . II . The stern Philosopher denies His sanction to the poet's lays ; An art so dangerous , he cries , ' Tis folly's ...
الصفحة 25
... heaven's wrath , Nay - wake the impious laugh of scorn At Him in Bethlehem's stable born . The simple ballad , and the song , Which captivate the humble throng , With revel filled , and wanton's praise , Taint the pure glow of ...
... heaven's wrath , Nay - wake the impious laugh of scorn At Him in Bethlehem's stable born . The simple ballad , and the song , Which captivate the humble throng , With revel filled , and wanton's praise , Taint the pure glow of ...
الصفحة 26
... heaven her strain began Mark Reason's keen and glancing eye , To guide the mortal pilgrim given : Does that aye pass the tempter by ? Say - Is that ever fixed on heaven ? Nay tell the faith of Jesus - has it fed No baneful passion , and ...
... heaven her strain began Mark Reason's keen and glancing eye , To guide the mortal pilgrim given : Does that aye pass the tempter by ? Say - Is that ever fixed on heaven ? Nay tell the faith of Jesus - has it fed No baneful passion , and ...
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الصفحة 45 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams are left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
الصفحة 45 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings; " An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
الصفحة 45 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
الصفحة 131 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persian's grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
الصفحة 118 - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
الصفحة 45 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
الصفحة 16 - Non possidentem multa vocaveris Recte beatum : rectius occupat Nomen beati qui deorum Muneribus sapienter uti Duramque callet pauperiem pati, Pejusque leto flagitium timet, Non ille pro caris amicis Aut patria timidus perire.
الصفحة 71 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.
الصفحة 95 - Amour sacré de la patrie, Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs ! Liberté ! Liberté chérie, Combats avec tes défenseurs ! Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire Accoure à tes mâles accents ! Que tes ennemis expirants Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire ! Aux armes, etc.
الصفحة 46 - O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content ! And...