The Omnipresence of the Deity: A Poem

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S. Maunder, 1823 - 192 pages
 

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Page 62 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Page 16 - 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...
Page xviii - The comparison of a violet, bright with the dew, to a woman's eyes, is as perfect as a comparison can be. Sir Walter's lines are part of a song addressed to a woman at daybreak, when the violets are bathed in dew : and the comparison is therefore peculiarly natural and graceful.
Page 15 - 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 ! See!
Page 63 - Lo, the poor Indian, whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, and hears Him in the wind...
Page xviii - 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...
Page 53 - 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.
Page xv - A thunder-storm ! — the eloquence of heaven, When every cloud is from its slumber riven, Who hath not paused beneath its hollow groan, And felt Omnipotence around him thrown? With what a gloom the ush'ring scene appears ! The leaves all...
Page 55 - 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 breathed, or moved, or seen, or felt; All they around whose cradles Kingdoms knelt; Tyrants and warriors, who were throned in blood; The great and mean, the glorious and the good, Are rais'd from every isle, and land, and tomb, To hear the changeless and eternal doom.
Page 54 - Thunders the dizzy universe around; From north to south, from east to west it rolls A blast that summons all created souls...

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