Angel visits: poemsLongman, Brown, green, and Longmans, 1845 - 172 pages |
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Page 2 - His passion still, to covet general praise, His life, to forfeit it a thousand ways; A constant bounty which no friend has made; An angel tongue, which no man can persuade; A fool, with more of wit than half mankind, Too...
Page 156 - St. Keyne,' quoth the Cornish-man, 'many a time Drank of this crystal Well, And before the Angel summoned her, She laid on the water a spell. 'If the husband of this gifted Well Shall drink before his wife, A happy man thenceforth is he, For he shall be master for life.
Page 81 - Cette fière raison dont on fait tant de bruit. Contre les passions n'est pas un sûr remède : Un peu de vin la trouble, un enfant la séduit; Et déchirer un cœur qui l'appelle à son aide Est tout l'effet qu'elle produit; Toujours impuissante et sévère, Elle s'oppose à tout et ne surmonte rien.
Page 158 - Cornubia through, from saint or fabled elf, A mightier spell than that which there reflects thy lovely self ! Oh, who could doubt the gentle power thy feeble hand may try In thy new home, the ruling star to guide man's destiny, And there, by soft affection's chain, bind tyrants to thy sway, Until they learn the lore they teach, " to honour and obey !" Though time may rob thy cheek of bloom, thy blue eye of its light, Still smiles upon life's turbid stream shall make them seem as bright ; Thy low...
Page 2 - His life, to forfeit it a thousand ways; A constant bounty, which no friend has made; An angel tongue, which no man can persuade; A fool, with more of wit than half mankind; Too rash for thought, for action too refined...
Page 21 - Though still we tread the devious way, and feel that Truth is there. Say, is the world so full of joy, — hath each so fair a lot, That we should scorn one bounteous gift, and scorning, use it not, Because the finite thought of man grasps not its hidden source ? Do we reject the stream, because we cannot track its course ? Hath Nature, then, no mystic law we seek in vain to scan ? Can man, the master-piece of God, trace the unerring plan That places o'er the restless sea the bounds it cannot pass...
Page 21 - Say, is the world so full of joy, — hath each so fair a lot, That we should scorn one bounteous gift, and scorning, use it not, Because the finite thought of man grasps not its hidden source ? Do we reject the stream, because we cannot track its course ? Hath Nature, then, no mystic law we seek in vain to scan ? Can man, the master-piece of God, trace the unerring plan That places o'er the restless sea the bounds it cannot pass ? That gives the fragrance to the flower, the " glory to the grass...
Page 156 - I WILL not throw the sccptre down, now that its power I know, For who that once had reigned a queen would to a subject bow ? Must he lo whom my smile was law his freedom hold again, And woman's will and woman's wit henceforth be all in vain ? Not till within our favoured West one crystal well is dry! Save me the dire disgrace, St. Keyne, of blessed memory ! And if I fail to gain the gift thou hast bequeathed the wave, Let woman's will make woman's wit henceforth a willing slave.
Page 20 - ON HEARING MESMERISM CALLED IMPIOUS. CALL not the gift unholy ; 'tis a fair — a precious thing, That God hath granted to our hands for gentlest minist'ring. Did Mercy ever stoop to bless with dark unearthly spell? Could impious power whisper peace the soul's deep throes to quell ? Would Evil seek to work but good, — to lull the burning brain, And linger in some scene of woe, beside the bed of pain, — To throw upon the o'erfraught heart the blessing of repose, — Untiring watch the eye of care...
Page 156 - But that my draught should be better for that, I pray you answer me why." "St. Keyne," quoth the countryman, "many a time Drank of this crystal well, And before the angel summoned her She laid on the water a spell : " If the husband of this gifted well Shall drink before his wife, A happy man...