Stormsworth, with other poems and plays, by the author of 'Thy gods, o Israel'.

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Page 198 - Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant, is a mind distress'd.
Page 40 - On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled ; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
Page 232 - When from the sea arist in drear array A heap of clouds of sable sullen hue, The which full fast unto the woodland drew, Hiding at once the Sunne's festive face ; And the black tempest swelled and gathered up apace. Beneath an holm, fast by a pathway side Which did unto Saint Godwyn's convent lead, A...
Page 233 - And the full flocks are driving o'er the plain ; Dashed from the clouds, the waters fly again ; The welkin opes; the yellow lightning flies, And the hot fiery steam in the wide flashings dies.
Page 277 - ... second century. It is equally certain that the mission of the Author of Christianity was not to promote the formation of a volume, which, long centuries after, should become ' the religion of Protestants,' but to establish a society. ' I should not receive the Bible,' St. Augustine declared, ' unless the authority of the Catholic Church moved me to do so.
Page 233 - The gathered storm is ripe ; the big drops fall ; The sunburnt meadows smoke and drink the rain; The coming ghastness...
Page 233 - Long breast-full of the miseries of need. Where from the hailstorm could the beggar fly? He had no housen there, nor any convent nigh.
Page 232 - gan sheen, And hot upon the mees did cast his ray ; The apple rudded from its paly green, And the moll1 pear did bend his leafy spray ; The peed chelandrie2 sung the livelong day ; 'Twas now the pride, the manhood of the year, And eke the ground was dight in its most deft aumere.3 1 Soft pear.
Page 108 - ... upon me, and caused me to feel as if I were in an ocean of light and bliss. During this, I stood perfectly still, the tears rolling in a flood from my eyes. So great was the joy that it is past description. There is no language that can describe it, except that which was heard by St. Paul, when he was caught up to the third heaven, and heard words which it was not lawful to utter.
Page 226 - There too the vistas vanished down the slope, Each further branch less leaf-green than the near, Though suns played in like gleams of living hope, Trying to make the darkling distance clear : There mightst thou yearn at life's far scenes to peer Which still recede through all those dim to-morrows, Some fleckt with joy, but more bedimmed with sorrows.

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