This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 Excerpt: ...draws from the sky The eagle in bis flight against the sun; Who that can look on these can doubt their purpose 1 Who paints the mead, perfumes the new-mown hay; Arrays the lily 1 At whose call doth spring Burst forth in splendour, give each bee its bud, Each butterfly its blossom 1 Who, with fancy Hath gifted us to ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 Excerpt: ...draws from the sky The eagle in bis flight against the sun; Who that can look on these can doubt their purpose 1 Who paints the mead, perfumes the new-mown hay; Arrays the lily 1 At whose call doth spring Burst forth in splendour, give each bee its bud, Each butterfly its blossom 1 Who, with fancy Hath gifted us to trace Creation's glories--With godlike reason the design t' unveil Of her great Author's wisdom? What are these To the unfathomable love of wife or mother; The comfort unspeakable of home--the prattle Of infancy, that makes each care a blessing, And clothes all life with thankfulness and peace 1 The martyr's ecstacy; the patriot's rapture, As on the bloody field he renders up His hero soul; the mind serene that stands For truth and right--whose calm and constant heart Nor tyrant's frown, fool's scorn, nor people's rage, Shakes from its centre--who that lives can doubt In this poor hut of earth a spirit stirs That in the path of duty finds a bliss Far beyond happiness Falkland. My priest and prophet --Would make the craven brave, the infidel Devout, the leprous soul as pure a3 infancy--Be ever thus the helpmate of my spirit Thy sweet rebuke recalls me to myself Of thee to prove more worthy. (Enter servant with letters. Hah What's here (Reads. Hyde calls me. Hazelrigg portends a storm. The King will not be saved. Last Parliament Scarce enter'd on its work, ere he dissolved it--With epithets of scorn, that ev'ry shire And borough treasured up, to render back When next they have a reck'ning. As for him, --He 's treacherous as a quicksand, and his word's Scarce worth its breath, Nor light nor hope I see not. The shadow darkens my foreboding spirit That fell, when through the mist I saw that Hecate A statue on the crag, and heard her scream Her fran...
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