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Late and Early Poems
<span dir=ltr>William Bingham 1794-1849 [Fro Tappan</span>
لا تتوفر معاينة - 2015
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الصفحة 115 - Ye men of Athens, I perceive that in all things ye are too superstitious. For as I passed by, and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with this inscription, TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Whom therefore ye ignorantly worship, him declare I unto you.
الصفحة 130 - And keep, where sail the merchant ships, Stern watch on their highway, And promptly, through thine iron lips, When urged, our tribute pay ; Yea, show thy bristling teeth of power, Wherever tyrants bind, In pride of their own little hour, A freeborn, noble mind. Spread out those ample wings of thine ! — While crime doth govern men...
الصفحة 208 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, ' To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 129 - O ! holy is the covenant made With thee and us to-day ; None from the compact shrinks afraid, No traitor utters, Nay ! We pledge our fervent love, and thou Thy glorious ribs of oak, Alive with men who cannot bow To kings, nor kiss the yoke ! Speed lightnings o'er the Carib sea, Which deeds of hell deform; And look her hands are spread to thee Where Afric's robbers swarm. Go ! lie upon the jEgean's breast, Where sparkles emerald isles — Go ! seek the lawless Suliote's nest, And spoil his cruel wiles.
الصفحة 181 - I bless God who gave me such a son to go to the heathen, and I never felt so strongly as I do at this moment, the desire that some other of my sons may become missionaries also, and may go and teach the truths of the Bible to those savage men who have drunk the blood of my son.
الصفحة 131 - ... Should leave the shores of PENN ; For hid within thy giant strength Are germs of welcome Peace, And such as thou, shall cause at length Man's feverish strife to cease. From every vale, from every crag, Word of thy beauty's past, And joy we that our country's flag Streams from thy towering mast — Assured that in thy prowess, thou For her wilt win renown, Whose sons can die, but know not how To strike that pennon down.
الصفحة 129 - ... made With thee and us to-day; — None from the compact shrinks afraid, No traitor utters nay ! We pledge our fervent love, and thou Thy glorious ribs of oak, Alive with men who cannot bow To kings, nor kiss the yoke ! Speed lightnings o'er the Carib Sea, Which deeds of hell deform; And look ! her hands are spread to thee Where Afric's robbers swarm. Go ! lie upon the JEgean's breast, Where sparkle emerald isles — Go ! seek the lawless Suliote's nest, And spoil his cruel wiles.
الصفحة 64 - Well then (said he) if you have no regard for yourself, I have much regard for you. You will be ruined and lost if you do not begin to be a good girl ; and if you will not humble yourself, I must humble myself, and make a beginning for you.
الصفحة 224 - If HANCOCK, ADAMS, WARREN, were Deluded fools that chased a dream, And WASHINGTON ambitious, where The patriot's sword was wont to gleam ; If all the bright green spots that mark The veteran's bed, by stream and glen, Hide traitors, — on their memories, dark Deep curses rest — admit her, then ! If Slavery's foul and damning spot Must here increase, like Ahab's cloud, Blackening the firmament, till not One star shall blaze upon the proud ; If thus, a spectacle of scorn To nations, we're content,...
الصفحة 125 - Minister, Mr. Thomas Shepheard, in whose soule the Lord shed abroad his love so abundantly, that thousands of souls have cause to blesse God for him, even at this very day, who are the Scale of his Ministrey, and hee a man of a thousand, indued with abundance of true saving knowledge for himselfe and others, yet his naturall Parts were weake, but spent to the full...