 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 318
...was a wild! ind man, the hermit, siglrd— till Woman smil'd. THE SCEPTIC. OH I lives there, Heav'n I beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark Idolater of Chance, Content to feed, with pleasures unrefin'd, The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind ; Who, mould'ring earthward, reft of every trust,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 202
...course is run, Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun ! So hath the traveller of earth unfurl'd Her trembling wings, emerging from the world ; And...God ! Oh ! lives there, Heaven ! beneath thy dread ex panse, ne hopeless, dark Idolater of Chance, Content to feed, with pleasures unrefined, The lukewarm... | |
 | Wilson Armistead - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 362
...which, however feebly and meanly, I may yet rightly comprehend, use, and enjoy you ! THE SCEPTIC. On ! lives there, heaven ! beneath thy dread expanse. One...unrefined, The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind ; Who, mould'ring earthward, 'reft of every trust, In joyless union wedded to the dust, Could all his parting... | |
 | 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 496
...course is run, Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun ! So hath the traveller of earth unfurled Her trembling wings, emerging from the world ; And,...never trod, Sprung to her source, the bosom of her God ! • THOMAS MOOKE. BORN, 1780. MY BIETHDAY. " My birthday !" — what a different sound, That word... | |
 | Rev. Thomas N. Ralston - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 478
...between this house of clay and its immortal tenant, and doubt, if thou canst, the being of a God. " 0 ! lives there, heaven, beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark idolater of chance ? " The argument for the being of a God from the works of nature, opens to our view an extensive and... | |
 | Samuel Mosheim Smucker - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 498
...man, or angel, or demon could enforce order. Well may the poet ask, in words of unrivaled beauty: " Oh lives there, Heaven ! beneath thy dread expanse,...unrefined, The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind; A friendless slave, a child without a sire, Whose mortal life and momentary fire Lights to the grave... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 552
...course is run, Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun ! So hath the traveller of earth unfurled Her trembling wings, emerging from the world; And,...never trod, Sprung to her source, the bosom of her God ! CAMPBELL. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag... | |
 | H. C. Foster - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 378
...course is run, Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun ! So hath the traveller of earth unfurled Her trembling wings, emerging from the world ; And...never trod, Sprung to her source, the bosom of her God ! j Oh ! lives there, Heaven ! beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark Idolater of Chance, Content... | |
 | Allen Hayden Weld - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 120
...day; — Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin, And all the phcenix spirit burns within! Oil! lives there, Heaven ! beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark idolater of Chance, 30 1 Rule 1,'Rem. 2 «RuJe XXHIRem. 4. Content to feed, with pleasures unrefined, The lukewarm passions... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 374
...course is run, Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun ! So hath the traveller of earth unfurled Her trembling wings, emerging from the world ; And...unrefined, The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind ; Who, mould'ring earthward, 'reft of every trust, In joyless union wedded to the dust, Could all his parting... | |
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From planet whirled to planet more remote, He visits realms beyond the reach of thought ; But, wheeling homeward, when his course is run, Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun... 
