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Africa age to age Albert amidst arms Art thou battle battle of Sempach beauty beneath birth blaze blest bliss blood brave breast breath brethren Canton of Uri Casas charms clouds country's dark dead dear death despair earth eternal expiring fathers fell fire fled flood flowers foes Fulneck glory Granville Sharpe grave grief heart heaven hoary hope isles land light Lyre melancholy MEMNoN Moravian Brethren morn mother mountains Mungo Parke Nature's Negro night Note a.—p numbers o'er ocean pale peace plain POEM race rage rest rise roam rocks roll rose round ruins shade shore Sire skies slain slaves slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit star storm sublime sweet Switzerland tears thee thine thou tide of light toil tomb Tremble Underwalden vale valley vengeance voice WANDERER waves weary weep WEST-INDIES wild wilderness wind woes yoke youth
Стр. 95 - Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Стр. 97 - THERE is a land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night ; A land of beauty, virtue...
Стр. 139 - The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Стр. 78 - Now earth and ocean vanish'd, all serene The starry firmament alone was seen ; Through the slow, silent hours, he watch'd the host Of midnight suns in western darkness lost, Till Night himself, on shadowy pinions borne, Fled o'er the mighty waters, and the morn Danced on the mountains: — "Lights of heaven!
Стр. 140 - The GRAVE, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; Oh, listen ! I will speak no more ; Be silent, pride ! " Art thou a WRETCH, of hope forlorn, The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell despair ? " Do foul misdeeds of former times Wring with remorse thy guilty breast...
Стр. 153 - Beyond the narrow vale of time, Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime, She points the way and leads the soul.
Стр. 144 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. "The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.
Стр. 204 - Encounter'd all that troubles thee ; He was — whatever thou hast been ; He is — what thou shalt be. The rolling seasons, day and night, Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main, Erewhile his portion, life and light To him exist in vain.