Modern Pilgrims: Showing the Improvements in Travel, and the Newest Methods of Reaching the Celestial City ...

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Phillips, Sampson, & Company, 1855 - Allegories
 

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Page 328 - High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent; But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky. It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt...
Page 60 - When one, that holds communion with the skies, Has filled his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis even as if an Angel shook his wings; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide, That tells us whence his treasures are supplied.
Page 329 - ... forever, Free as an Arab Of thy beloved. Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Flits across her bosom young, Of a joy apart from thee, Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture's hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem. Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; Heartily know, When half-gods go. The gods arrive.
Page 151 - But yet, when the Son of man cometh, will he find faith on the earth...
Page 329 - To-morrow, forever, Free as an Arab Of thy beloved. Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Flits across her bosom young, Of a joy apart from thee, Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture's hern, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem.
Page 356 - They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery : Let it work, For 't is the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar...
Page 394 - ... and the fust thing you know, he cums down, and down, and down, and is a fillin' himself on the carkiss of a dead hoss by the side of the road, and "He played on a harp uv a thousand strings, sperits uv jest men made perfeck.
Page 201 - To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts, but never to my friend : I tamely can endure the first ; But this with envy makes me burst.
Page 229 - I beseech you, therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable unto the Lord, which is your reasonable service.
Page 394 - And then, my brethring, thar's the Baptist, ah! and they have been likened unto a possum on a 'simmon tree, and thunders may roll and the earth may quake, but that possum clings thar still, ah ! and you may shake one foot loose, and the other's thar, and you may shake all feet loose, and he laps his tail around the limb, and clings, and he clings furever, for "He played on the harp uv a thousand strings, sperits uv jest men made perfeck.

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