Personal Memoirs and Recollections of Editorial Life, Volume 1

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Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1852
 

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Página 229 - tis given To wake sweet Nature's untaught lays, Beneath the arch of Heaven To chirp away a life of praise. Then spread each wing, Far, far above, o'er lakes and lands, And join the choirs that sing In yon blue dome not reared with hands.
Página 11 - I'll seek my Father's face." 2 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my soul away ; God of my life, I fly to thee, In a distressing day.
Página 19 - I would not long to see My fate with curious eyes; What gloomy lines are writ for me, Or what bright scenes may rise.
Página 227 - ... these senseless marbles disappeared ? Where even they who taught these stones to grieve — The hands that hewed them, and the hearts that reared ? Such the poor bounds of all that's hoped or feared, Within the griefs and smiles of this short day! Here sunk the honored, vanished the endeared j This Hie last tribute love to love could pay — An idle, pageant pile to graces passed away.
Página 227 - O, WHERE are they, whose all that earth could give, Beneath these senseless marbles disappeared ? Where even they who taught these stones to grieve — The hands that hewed them, and the hearts that reared .' Such the poor bounds of all that's hoped or feared, Within the griefs and smiles of this short day ! Here sunk the...
Página 104 - Th' insulting tyrant, prancing o'er the field Strow'd with Rome's citizens, and drench'd in slaughter, His horse's hoofs wet with Patrician blood ! Oh, Portius ! is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man, Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin...
Página 91 - ... some friendly hand can be found to seek it out. But, it may be asked, how has it happened that we, the creatures of a good God, should be in this deplorable condition ? We were created holy and happy beings, in the image of our Maker. The cause is this. 'We have offended against' his ' holy laws, and have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts.
Página 228 - GAY, guiltless pair, What seek ye from the fields of heaven ? Ye have no need of prayer, Ye have no sins to be forgiven. Why perch ye here, Where mortals to their Maker bend ? Can your pure spirits fear The God ye never could offend ? Ye never knew The crimes for which we come to weep ; Penance is not for you, Blessed wanderers of the upper deep.

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