Voices from Prison: Being a Selection of Poetry from Various Prisoners, Written Within the Cell ...

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C. & J. M. Spear, 1847 - 126 Seiten
 

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Seite 68 - Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand ! Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Seite 36 - Oh, it is good to soar These bolts and bars above, To Him whose purpose I adore, Whose providence I love, And in Thy mighty will to find The joy, the freedom of the mind.
Seite 69 - If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie. Tell men of high condition, That rule affairs of state, Their purpose is ambition, Their practice, only hate ; And if they once reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell...
Seite 71 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Seite 70 - Tell fortune of her blindness, Tell nature of decay, Tell friendship of unkindness, Tell justice of delay. And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie.
Seite 86 - So thick the boughis and the leavis greene Beshaded all the alleys that there were, And mids of every arbour might be seen The sharpe, greene, sweete juniper, Growing so fair, with branches here and there, That, as it seemed to a lyf without, The boughis spread the arbour all about.
Seite 58 - Let them live ; " some, " Let them die.' Some said, " John, print it ;" others said, " Not so." Some said, " It might do good ;" others said,
Seite 61 - He that is down needs fear no fall ; He that is low no pride ; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his Guide.
Seite 93 - GREAT monarch of the world, from whose power springs The potency and power of kings, Record the royal woe my suffering sings ; And teach my tongue, that ever did confine Its faculties in truth's seraphick line, To track the treasons of thy foes and mine.
Seite 103 - Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there: And 'twill be found upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation.

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