Australian Sketches: The Gold Discovery, Bush Graves, &c., &c |
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Page 22 - He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
Page 185 - Eblis. His person was that of a young man, whose noble and regular features seemed to have been tarnished by malignant vapours; in his large eyes appeared both pride and despair; his flowing hair retained some resemblance to that of an angel of light...
Page 170 - Seemed living with the crown of light he wore ; There are who, now his early sun has set, Nor can, nor will forget. He sleeps, — and yet, around the sightless eye And the pressed lip, a darkened glory plays ; Though the high powers in dull oblivion lie, There hovers still the light of other days ; Deep in that soul a spirit, not of earth, Still struggles for its birth. He will not sleep...
Page 166 - YE who prepare with pilgrim feet Your long and doubtful path to wend, If — whitening on the waste — ye meet The relics of my murder'd friend—- His bones with rev'rence ye shall bear To where some mountain streamlet flows: There, by its mossy bank, prepare The pillow of his long repose.
Page 171 - When he forgot the contest — shall they take, Now he renews the race, the victor's bay ? Still let them strive — when he collects his might, He will assert his right. The spirit cannot always sleep in dust, Whose essence is ethereal ; they may try To darken and degrade it ; it may rust Dimly awhile, hut cannot wholly die ; And, when it wakens, it will send its fire Intenser forth and higher.
Page 189 - Far as the eye can reach no tree is seen. " Earth clad in russet scorns the lively green.
Page 153 - ... in every direction among the trees. It was hoped the business would have terminated here, and orders were, therefore, given to strike the tent, and prepare to quit the territory of such disagreeable neighbours. While thus employed, a large party were seen again assembling behind a hill, at the foot of which was our tent : they advanced in a compact body to the brow of the hill, every individual armed with a spear, and some, who appeared to be attendants of others, carrying bundles of them ; when...
Page 171 - The gathered slumber leaves his lifted brow ; From his half-opened eye, in fuller beams, His wakened spirit streams. Yes, he will break his sleep ; the spell is gone ; The deadly charm departed ; see him fling Proudly his fetters by, and hurry on, Keen as the famished eagle darts her wing ; The goal is still before him and the prize Still woos his eager eyes. He rushes forth to conquer : shall they take — They, who, with feebler...
Page 170 - He -sleeps, — and yet, around the sightless eye And the pressed lip, a darkened glory plays ; Though the high powers in dull oblivion lie, There hovers still the light of other days; Deep in that soul a spirit, not of earth, Still struggles for its birth. He will not sleep for ever, but will rise Fresh to more daring labors ; now, even...
Page 170 - HE sleeps, forgetful of his once bright fame ; He has no feeling of the glory gone ; He has no eye to catch the mounting flame, That once in transport drew his spirit on ; He lies in dull, oblivious dreams, nor cares Who the wreathed laurel bears.