The lonely hearth, the Songs of Israel, Harp of Zion, and other poemsJ. Johnstone, 1847 - 216 pages |
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abode afar Amid beauteous beauty beheld BELSHAZZAR Beneath blast bless blest bliss bloom blossoms bosom breast breath cheer child clay cloud dark dear death dream Dumfriesshire dwelling earth earthly faded father fear feelings flower gloom glory gone grave grief hand happy HARP OF ZION hath heart heaven heavenly Hebrews hill holy hopes Israel JABIN Jephtha's daughter kindred king leave Lilliesleaf Lord maid midnight mighty morning mortal mother mountain mournful NEBUCHADNEZZAR never night North Shields o'er parents path praise prayer PSALM repose rest rill RIZPAH ROBERT SOUTHEY round sackbut shed Sisera sleep slumber song SONG OF DEBORAH SONG OF HANNAH sorrow soul spirit star storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thee thou shalt thought throne tomb trembling trod unto vale voice wandering weep widowed wild WILLIAM KNOX winds woes Wrae wrath youth
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Page 95 - Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud? — Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passeth from life to his rest in the grave. "The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade, Be scattered around, and together be laid ; And the young and the old, and the low and the high. Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.
Page 95 - The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap, The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep, The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread, Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
Page 48 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Page 95 - The infant a mother attended and loved ; The mother that infant's affection who proved ; The husband that mother and infant who blessed, Each, all, are away to their dwellings of rest. The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye Shone beauty and pleasure — her triumphs are by ; And the memory of those who loved her, and praised, Are alike from the minds of the living erased.
Page 1 - The moving accident is not my trade ; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Page 96 - They loved, but the story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold ; They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers will come; They joyed, but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.
Page 96 - The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think; From the death we are shrinking our fathers would shrink; To the life we are clinging they also would cling; But it speeds for us all, like a bird on the wing.
Page 97 - tis the draught of a breath, From the blossom of health to the paleness of death ; From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud : — Oh ! why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? Oh ! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Page 96 - The saint who enjoyed the communion of heaven, The sinner that dared to remain unforgiven ; The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just, Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust. So the multitude goes, like the flower and the weed, That wither away to let others succeed ; So the multitude comes, even those we behold, To repeat every tale that has often been told.
Page 85 - Drop like the life-blood from our hearts ; The rose-bloom from the cheek departs, The tresses from the temples fall, The eye grows dim and strange to all. Time speeds away — away — away : Like torrent in a stormy day, He undermines the stately tower, Uproots the tree, and snaps the flower...