Dramas, Discourses, and Other Pieces, Volume 1

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C. C. Little and J. Brown, 1839
 

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Page 215 - And the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou ? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.
Page 119 - The embrazures of alabaster shine ; Hailed by the pilgrims of the desert, bound To Judah's mart with orient merchandise. But not, for thou art fair and turret-crowned, Wet with the choicest dew of heaven, and blessed With golden fruits, and gales of frankincense, Dwell I beneath thine ample curtains. Here, Where saints and prophets teach, where the stern law Still speaks in thunder, where chief angels watch, And where the Glory hovers, here I war.
Page 213 - For being dispersed, some in the air, some on the earth, some in the water, some among the minerals, dens, and caves that are under the earth...
Page 110 - I was tutored in a brighter faith. Our Syrians deem each lucid fount and stream, Forest and mountain, glade and bosky dell, Peopled with kind divinities, the friends Of man, a spiritual race allied To him by many sympathies, who seek His happiness, inspire him with gay thoughts, Cool with their waves, and fan him with their airs.
Page 131 - In green, unbroken years, he sees, 't is said, The generations pass, like autumn fruits, Garnered, consumed, and springing fresh to life, Again to perish, while he views the sun. The seasons roll, in rapt serenity, And high communion with celestial powers. Some say 't is Shem, our father, some say Enoch, And some Melchizedek.
Page 239 - Per. Chief huntsman. Thus disguised, I day by day Traverse my native hills, viewing the strength And features of the land ; its holds of safety ; And searching patriot spirits out. For, still, Though kings and gaudy courts remember not, Still, in the cottage and the peasant's heart, The memory of my fathers lives. When there, The old, the good old day is cited, tears Roll down their reverend oeards, and genuine love Glows in their praises of my sires.
Page 107 - How aromatic evening grows! The flowers And spicy shrubs exhale like onycha; Spikenard and henna emulate in sweets. Blest hour ! which He, who fashioned it so fair, So softly glowing, so contemplative, Hath set, and sanctified to look on man. And, lo ! the smoke of evening sacrifice Ascends from out the tabernacle. Heaven Accept the expiation, and forgive This day's offences ! — Ha ! the wonted strain, Precursor of his coining ! — Whence can this — It seems to flow from some unearthly hand...
Page 238 - Peace ! I'd not go if staying here would strew* His hoar hairs in the tomb — not stir, by heaven ! Must I toss counters ? sum the odds of life, When honor points the way ? — When was the blood Of Douglas precious in a noble cause ? Per.
Page 108 - How like my fancy ! When these strains precede Thy steps, as oft they do, I love to think Some gentle being who delights in us Is hovering near, and warns me of thy coming ; But they are dirge-like. Had. Youthful fantasy, Attuned to sadness, makes them seem so, lady.
Page 110 - With mild, benevolent, and sun-like radiance ; Pervading, warming, vivifying earth, As spirit does the body, till green herbs, And beauteous flowers, and branchy cedars rise ; And shooting stellar influence through her caves, Whence minerals and gems imbibe their lustre. Tarn. Dreams, Hadad, empty dreams.

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