Poetical Remains of the Late Lucretia Maria Davidson

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Phillips, Sampson, & Company, 1857 - 224 Seiten
 

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Seite 50 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Seite 109 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Seite 126 - And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
Seite 74 - In these poems," (" Amir Khan," &.c.) " there is enough of originality, enough of aspiration, enough of conscious energy, enough of growing power, to warrant any expectations, however sanguine, which the patrons, and the friends and parents, of the deceased, could have formed.
Seite 178 - It is a dark and fearful thing ; It steals along with withering tread, Or sweeps on wild destruction's wing. That thought comes o'er me in the hour Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness; 'Tis not the dread of death ; 'tis more, — It is the dread of madness.
Seite 190 - Thy will be done !" 622. CM Prayer in view of Death. 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, My trembling soul shall stand, Waiting to pass death's awful flood, Great God ! at thy command ; — 2...
Seite 142 - And darkness fills the arch of heaven ; When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given ; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye ; When Nature, -softened by her light, Seems calmly, solemnly to lie : Then, when our thoughts are raised above This world, and all this world can give, Oh, Sister ! sing the song I love, And tears of gratitude receive.
Seite 191 - O thou great Source of joy supreme ! Whose arm alone can save, — Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave.
Seite 49 - I have been night after night beside her restless couch, wiped the cold dew from her brow, and kissed her faded cheek in all the agony of grief, while she unconsciously slept on; or if she did awake, her calm sweet smile, which seemed to emanate from heaven, has, spite of my reason, lighted my heart with hope. Except when very ill, she was ever a bright dreamer. Her visions were usually of an unearthly cast: about heaven and angels. She was wandering among the stars ; her sainted sisters were her...
Seite 153 - Thou wilt need no heavier, thou shalt feel no worse. I see the cloud and the tempest near ; The voice of the troubled tide I hear ; The torrent of sorrow, the sea of grief, The rushing waves of a wretched life ; Thy bosom's bark on the surge I see, And, maiden, thy loved one is there with thee.

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