The Rose of Sharon: A Religious SouvenirSarah Carter Edgarton Mayo A. Tompkins and B.B. Mussey, 1850 - American poetry |
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... hope , but unsatis- factory to disciplined reason - long agonizing months of toil , but yet no solid ground of belief , no anchor- hold for hope , no light to break over the gloom of his dejection ! he had grown faint , yet not ...
... hope , but unsatis- factory to disciplined reason - long agonizing months of toil , but yet no solid ground of belief , no anchor- hold for hope , no light to break over the gloom of his dejection ! he had grown faint , yet not ...
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... hope for that immortality which poets and philosophers have shadowed forth as a beautiful vision , but not brought down to thy comprehension , nor proved to thy satisfaction . It is well , even for the love of one , or for love of the ...
... hope for that immortality which poets and philosophers have shadowed forth as a beautiful vision , but not brought down to thy comprehension , nor proved to thy satisfaction . It is well , even for the love of one , or for love of the ...
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... hope more glorious which I could awaken within thee , though I cannot bring to thy sensuous understanding any logical proof of it : there is a faculty of the soul , now dormant , which may be awakened ; a faculty to apprehend the ...
... hope more glorious which I could awaken within thee , though I cannot bring to thy sensuous understanding any logical proof of it : there is a faculty of the soul , now dormant , which may be awakened ; a faculty to apprehend the ...
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... when I walk with Elena ; but he is pensive and silent wouldst think it ? the once gay and animated Aglaophon , now sad , nay , not sad , but not happy . Poor Aglaophon ! I hope he will love Elena , 28 THE ROSE OF SHARON .
... when I walk with Elena ; but he is pensive and silent wouldst think it ? the once gay and animated Aglaophon , now sad , nay , not sad , but not happy . Poor Aglaophon ! I hope he will love Elena , 28 THE ROSE OF SHARON .
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A Religious Souvenir Sarah Carter Edgarton Mayo. Poor Aglaophon ! I hope he will love Elena , for she loves him . When wilt thou return ? My Agenor , I do not urge thee to hasten . I honor thy noble zeal and benevolence ; even when I ...
A Religious Souvenir Sarah Carter Edgarton Mayo. Poor Aglaophon ! I hope he will love Elena , for she loves him . When wilt thou return ? My Agenor , I do not urge thee to hasten . I honor thy noble zeal and benevolence ; even when I ...
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Page 222 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Page 228 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Page 230 - And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died!
Page 219 - Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound. " And how and why we know not, nor can trace Home to its cloud this lightning of the mind...
Page 219 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page 227 - Yet studies them, not Him by whom they be. Teach me Thy love to know ; That this new light, which now I see, May both the work and workman show ; Then by a sunbeam I will climb to Thee. SIN. O THAT I could a sin once see ! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, all agree.
Page 130 - shine as the brightness of the firmament, and as the stars for ever and ever.
Page 286 - ... reconciled, however, by a higher law, and producing most beautiful results, we see, as it were, the stupendous march of his providence, and the sure though immense cycle of his purposes. And considering these glories as but the lamps of his throne, the upholstery of his pavilion, the material veils of his pure essence, how awful must be our sense of his holiness, how deep our feeling of humility, upon this little earthly atom of mortality and sin ! But if, lost in this unfathomable vision, we...
Page 179 - There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdst But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.
Page 54 - ... whether it is right for the Almighty any longer ' to glut the innocent space ' with so poor an article as man ? This is not greatness. We abuse the word when we apply it to such characters. Would that we could see a Christian statesman, — one who could feel his humility and obligations rather than his human station and his gifts, and who would sit in the cabinet as in the presence of conscience and God. What a display of greatness would such a spectacle present ! The wide theatre of his action,...