The poetical works of mrs. Elizh. RoweSuttaby, 1820 - 262 pàgines |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina xxxi - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death ! where is thy sting ? The Universal Prayer FATHER of all!
Pàgina 75 - And when the pillars of the world With sudden ruin break, And all this vast and goodly frame, Sinks in the mighty wreck ; When from her orb the moon shall start...
Pàgina 19 - Beauteous AMINTA is as early Light, Breaking the melancholy Shades of Night. When She is near, all anxious Trouble flies; And our reviving Hearts confess her Eyes. Young Love, and blooming Joy. and gay Desires, In ev'ry Breast the beauteous Nymph inspires: And on the Plain when She no more appears ; The Plain a dark and gloomy Prospeft wears.
Pàgina xxix - I depended on those works, which my own vanity or the partiality of men have called good, and which, if examined by divine purity, would prove, perhaps, but specious sins ! The best actions of my life would be found defective, if brought to the test of that unblemished holiness in whose sight the heavens are not clean. Where were my hopes but for a Redeemer's merits and atonement! How desperate, how undone my condition! With the utmost advantage I can boast, I should start back and tremble at the...
Pàgina 61 - Practis'd by him, each virtue grew more bright, And shone with more than its own native light. Whatever noble warmth could recommend The just, the active, and the constant friend Was all his own — but oh!
Pàgina 22 - There, in a melting, solemn, dying strain, Let me all day upon my lyre complain. And wind up all its soft harmonious strings, To noble, serious, melancholy tilings.
Pàgina xxv - ... to others, attended with danger. Though this disorder, as she expressed herself to one of her most intimate friends, found her mind not quite so serene and prepared to meet death as usual...
Pàgina 19 - Love, my breast inspire With all thy charms, with all thy pleasing fire : Propitious God of Love, thy succour bring ; Whilst I thy darling, thy Alexis sing ; Alexis, as the opening blossoms fair, Lovely as light, and soft as yielding air. For him each virgin sighs ; and on the plains The happy youth above each rival reigns. Nor to the echoing groves, and...
Pàgina xxix - Gentiles trust, in whom all the families on earth are blessed, is now my glorious, my unfailing confidence: in His merits alone I expect to stand justified before infinite Purity and Justice. How poor were my hopes, if I depended on, those works, which my own vanity, or the partiality of men, has called good; and which, if examined by Divine Purity, would prove, perhaps, but specious sins!
Pàgina 123 - I'd steal a wing, To Orramoor to fly; And urg'd by love, would swiftly spring Along the lightsome sky. Return, and bless me with thy charms, While yet the sun displays His fairest beams, and kindly warms Us with his vital rays. Return before that light be gone, In which thou shouldst appear; Unwelcome night is hast'ning on To darken half the year. In vain, relentless maid, in vain Thou dost a youth forsake, Whose love shall quickly o 'er the plain, Thy savage flight o'ertake.