Some Passages in the Life of Mr. Adam Blair, Minister of the Gospel at Cross-Meikle

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William Blackwood, 1822 - English fiction - 337 pages
 

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Page 128 - And your wings of the silver grey.' 7. The cock prov'd false, and untrue he was, For he crew an hour oer soon; The lassie thought it day when she sent her love away, And it was but a blink of the moon.
Page 11 - The mother, that had nursed his years of infancy — the father, whose hairs he had long before laid in the grave — sisters, brothers, friends, all dead and buried — the angel forms of his own early-ravished offspring — all crowded round and round him, and then rushing away, seemed to bear from him, as a prize and a trophy, the pale image of his expiring wife. Again SHE returned, and she alone was present with him — not the pale expiring wife, but the young radiant woman — blushing, trembling,...
Page 251 - ... thing, hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Is ever on himself, doth look on one, The least of nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever. O, be wiser thou ! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love, True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.
Page 251 - If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger ! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride*< Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness ; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy.
Page 9 - ... the earliest of its stars intensely twinkling, as if ready to harbinger or welcome the coming moon. The widowed man gazed for some minutes in silence upon the glorious calm of nature, and then turned with a sudden start to the side of the room where the wife of his bosom had so lately breathed; — he saw the pale dead face; the black ringlets parted on the brow; the marble hand extended upon the sheet; the unclosed glassy eyes; and the little girl leaning towards her mother in a gaze of halfhorrified...
Page 170 - ... struggled inwardly till every limb of him shook and quivered; but still no drop of tears would gush from his throbbing eye-lids, no Christian ejaculation would force itself through his dry and parched lips. He felt as if he were wrapt in some black and burning cloud, which would not let in one ray upon his misery of thirst and scorching, and became at last utterly bewildered with a crowd of the most horrible phantasies. The anguish of his remorse clothed itself in tangible forms, and his spirit...
Page 9 - ... the chamber. He threw every thing open with a bold hand, and the uplifting of the window produced a degree of noise, to the like of which the house had for some time been unaccustomed ; he looked out, and saw the external world bright before him, with all the rich colourings of a September evening. The sun had just sunk behind the distant screen of the Argyll and Dumbartonshire hills; the outline of huge Benlomond glowed like a blood-red jewel against the wide golden sky beyond ; a thick and...
Page 225 - Blair's existence, dared any one present to avow his belief, that even if he had been capable of offending in the manner imputed to him, he could have been so of telling a deliberate and an uncalledfor LIE. 'Sirs,' said he, 'I put it to all of you, whether you do not feel and know that Adam Blair is innocent; and is it thus, that while we are ourselves convinced of his innocence, we are rashly, hastily, sinfully to injure our brother, by countenancing the clamours of the ignorant, and the malicious...
Page 43 - Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty. For he maketh sore, and bindeth up : he woundeth, and his hands make whole.
Page 12 - Every thing looked distant, chill, remote, uncertain, cut off by the impassable wide gulf of death. Down he lay again, and, covering his face with his hands, struggled to overcome the strength of delusions, with which all his soul was surrounded. Now boiling with passions, now calm as the dead, fearing, hoping, doubting, believing, lamenting, praying, and cursing — yes, cursing — all in succession. — Oh ! who shall tell what ages of agony may roll over one bruised human spirit, in one brief...

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