The life and works of Musgrave Lewthwaite WatsonG. Rontledge and Som, 1866 - 244 páginas |
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Página 125 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled — The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress — (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers), And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there...
Página 119 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 90 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Página 210 - He judg'd us, prostrate fall Before Him reverent ; and there confess Humbly our faults, and pardon beg ; with tears Watering the ground, and with our sighs the air Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign Of sorrow unfeign'd, and humiliation meek ? Undoubtedly He will relent, and turn From His displeasure ; in whose look serene, When angry most He seem'd and most severe, What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone...
Página 123 - Let Sleep and Death convey, by thy command, The breathless body to his native land. His friends and people, to his future praise, A marble tomb and pyramid shall raise, And lasting honours to his ashes give ; His fame ('tis all the dead can have) shall live.
Página 111 - All, when life is new, Commence with feelings warm and prospects high ; But time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin, yearly, like the snake.
Página 214 - And still increasing lights ! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measured for ye ? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion — at which my soul aches to think — Intoxicated with eternity?
Página 175 - As he rowed me in his lowland plaidie ; His heart was true as death in love, His hand was aye in battle ready. His long, long hair, in yellow hanks, Waved o'er his cheeks sae sweet and ruddy; But now it waves o'er Carlisle yetts, In dripping ringlets, soil'd and bloody.
Página 94 - I'm so plump the reason I tell — Who leads a good life is sure to live well. What baron or squire, Or knight of the shire, Lives half so well as a holy friar...
Página 219 - He was an early riser, and worked steadily on through health and sickness. Once, a young artist called, and complained of being very ill : ' What was he to do ? ' ' Oh ! ' said Blake, ' I never stop for anything ; I work on, whether ill or not.