A Voice from the MusesSimpkin, Marshall & Company, 1866 - 173 strán (strany) |
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Strana 39
... Oastler , like a mighty conqueror , came — 5 Not in his own , but in the ETERNAL'S name- Till he arose , the champion of the young , And , with the fire of Heaven upon his tongue , Stood , prophet - like , upon Britannia's isle ...
... Oastler , like a mighty conqueror , came — 5 Not in his own , but in the ETERNAL'S name- Till he arose , the champion of the young , And , with the fire of Heaven upon his tongue , Stood , prophet - like , upon Britannia's isle ...
Strana 48
... Oastler died , — The veil that parts this world from that to come , This changing scene from our eternal home : That I had seen those worthy patriots greet In that blest land where all the good shall meet ; Surrounded by a young and ...
... Oastler died , — The veil that parts this world from that to come , This changing scene from our eternal home : That I had seen those worthy patriots greet In that blest land where all the good shall meet ; Surrounded by a young and ...
Strana 49
... Oastler ! - ' tis his well - known face , Still brightly beaming with each Christian grace ; Oastler , thank GOD ! not in a prison bound , But with the heavenly wreath of freedom crowned ! See how he welcomes to the realms above , With ...
... Oastler ! - ' tis his well - known face , Still brightly beaming with each Christian grace ; Oastler , thank GOD ! not in a prison bound , But with the heavenly wreath of freedom crowned ! See how he welcomes to the realms above , With ...
Strana 166
... Oastler , we know , is numbered with the dead , Yet on the billowy bosom of the deep , Far as the winds and waves of Commerce sweep , Since the young slaves of England found redress , Is there one single merchant ship the less ? See ...
... Oastler , we know , is numbered with the dead , Yet on the billowy bosom of the deep , Far as the winds and waves of Commerce sweep , Since the young slaves of England found redress , Is there one single merchant ship the less ? See ...
Strana 167
... Oastler was the son of Robert Oastler , a linen merchant of Thirsk - a man who had been an intimate friend of John Wesley , and who did much for the cause of religion . The foundation of Richard Oastler's social and political system was ...
... Oastler was the son of Robert Oastler , a linen merchant of Thirsk - a man who had been an intimate friend of John Wesley , and who did much for the cause of religion . The foundation of Richard Oastler's social and political system was ...
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amongst angel angels love Annie aught beauteous beauty Behold billows blessed blest bliss bloom boast bosom bowers Bradford breath bright brow CANON FAWCETT Charity cherubim child dark DAY SCENE dear death deed delight despair Dewsbury dust duty e'en earth England eternal ETERNAL'S everlasting factory system Fairford fall fate flower glittering glorious glory gold golden grief hand hand of death happy happy band heart Heaven heavenly hills joys labour land light midnight hour mighty mills morning mortal mother ne'er never nigh night nobly numbers o'clock o'er Oastler Onward opening skies pass peace poor man's praise Richard Oastler righteous Saltaire shine sight skies smile smoke nuisance sorrow soul sphere star streets sweep sweet tear tempest Ten Hours Bill there's thou thousand Tis thine toil town vast watch winds of heaven wonderful
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Strana 88 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Strana 98 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Strana 117 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk ; But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Strana 32 - IN Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.
Strana 46 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Strana 81 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep...
Strana 58 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Strana 43 - Think we or think we not, time hurries on With a resistless unremitting stream, Yet treads more soft than e'er did midnight thief That slides his hand under the miser's pillow And carries off his prize.
Strana 29 - His preaching much, but more his practice, wrought (A living sermon of the truths he taught); For this, by rules severe his life he squared That all might see the doctrine which they heard.
Strana 92 - Dares man upon himself confide? The wretch who glories in his gain, Amasses heaps on heaps in vain. Why lose we life in anxious cares, To lay in hoards for future years?