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Page 240 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Page 317 - I must admire thee more for so denying, Than I had dared if thou hadst fondly granted. Thou dost devote thyself to utterest peril, And me to deepest anguish ; yet even now Thou art lovelier to me in thy cold severity, Flying me, leaving me without a joy, Without a hope on earth, without thyself; Thou art lovelier now than if thy yielding soul Had smiled on me a passionate consent. Go ! for I see thy parting homeward look, Go in thy beauty ! like a setting star, The last in all the thick and moonless...
Page 240 - They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright: at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Page 101 - The world is also stablished, that it cannot depart. 2 Thy throne is fix'd of old, and thou from everlasting art. 3 The floods, O Lord, have lifted up, they lifted up their voice ; The floods have lifted up their waves, and made a mighty noise. 4 But yet the Lord, that is on high, is more of might by far Than noise of many waters is, or great sea-billows are.
Page 98 - Of tempests, and the dangers of the deep, And pause at times, and feel that we are safe ; Then listen to the perilous tale again, And, with an eager and suspended soul, Woo terror to delight us. But to hear The roaring of the raging elements ; To know all human skill, all human strength, Avail...
Page 314 - Entreat me not to leave thee, nor to return from following after thee ; for whither thou goest I will go, and where thou lodgest I will lodge ; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God : where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried.
Page 439 - Indulge, my native land! indulge the tear, That steals, impassion'd, o'er a nation's doom: To me each twig, from Adam's stock, is near, And sorrows fall upon an Indian's tomb.
Page 203 - French tongue he could also manage ; the Latin and the Greek he had mastered ; but the Hebrew he most of all studied, because, he said, he would see with his own eyes the ancient oracles of God in their native beauty.
Page 214 - O why should fate sic pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining ? This warld's wealth when I think on, Its pride, and a' the lave o't ; Fie, fie on silly coward man, That he should be the slave o't.
Page 66 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot: An emerald stone in every golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, — The overflowings of an innocent heart, — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody.