The Omnipresence of the Deity: A Poem

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S. Maunder, 1828 - 192 páginas
 

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Página 30 - We take this to be, on the whole, the worst similitude in the world. In the first place, no stream meanders, or can possibly meander, level with its fount. In the next place, if streams did meander level with their founts, no two motions can be less like each other than...
Página 47 - So sweetly prattling in his cherub glee, Leers on his lifeless sire with infant wile, And plays and plucks him for a parent's smile ! But who, upon the battle-wasted plain, Shall count the faint, the gasping, and the slain ? Angel of Mercy ! ere the blood-fount chill, And the brave heart be spiritless and still, Amid the havoc thou art hovering nigh, To calm each groan, and close each dying eye, And waft the spirit to that halcyon shore, Where war's loud thunders lash the winds no more ! ROBERT MONTGOMERY.
Página 28 - And round the lattice creep your midnight beams, How sweet to gaze upon your placid eyes, In lambent beauty looking from the skies ! And when, oblivious of the world, we stray At dead of night along some noiseless way, How the heart mingles with the moon-lit hour, As if the starry heavens suffused a power...
Página 46 - The cannon's hushed ! — nor drum, nor clarion sound: Helmet and hauberk gleam upon the ground ; Horseman and horse lie weltering in their gore; Patriots are dead, and heroes dare no more; While solemnly the moonlight shrouds the plain, And lights the lurid features of the slain ! And see...
Página 118 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends...
Página 18 - Panting and wild, as children of the storm; Now sipping flowers, now making blossoms shake, Or weaving ripples on the grass-green lake ; And thus the Tempest dies ; and bright, and still, The rainbow drops upon the distant hill...
Página 111 - Are raised from every isle, and land, and tomb, To hear the changeless and eternal doom. But while the universe is wrapt in fire, Ere yet the splendid ruin shall expire, Beneath a canopy of flame behold, With starry banners at his feet unroll'd, Earth's Judge: around seraphic minstrels throng, Breathing o'er golden harps celestial eong ; While melodies aerial and sublime Weave a wild death-dirge o'er departing Time.
Página 106 - Go, child of darkness, see a Christian die ; No horror pales his lip, or rolls his eye ; No dreadful doubts, or dreamy terrors, start The hope Religion pillows on his heart, When with a dying hand he waves adieu To all who love so well, and weep so true : Meek as an infant to the mother's breast Turns fondly longing for its wonted rest, He pants for where congenial spirits stray, Turns to his God, and sighs his soul away.
Página 111 - The dead awaken from their dismal sleep: The sea has heard it ; coiling up with dread, Myriads of mortals flash from out her bed ! The graves fly open, and, with awful strife, The dust of ages startles into life ! All who have...
Página 28 - A waveless sea of azure, still as sleep ; Full in her dreamy light, the Moon presides, Shrined in a halo, mellowing as she rides ; And far around, the forest and the stream Bathe in the beauty of her emerald beam : The...

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