Indecision: A Tale of the Far West; and Other PoemsE. L. Carey & A. Hart, 1839 - 212 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 60 - Can that Being (thought I) who planted, watered, and brought to perfection, in this obscure part of the world, a thing which appears of so small importance, look with unconcern upon the situation and sufferings of creatures formed after his own image? — surely not! Reflections like these would not allow me to despair. I started up, and disregarding both hunger and fatigue, travelled forwards, assured that relief was at hand ; and I was not disappointed.
الصفحة 188 - As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God; my soul thirsteth for God, for the living God : when shall I come and appear before God?
الصفحة 63 - I've none to smile when I am free, And when I sigh, to sigh with me. Yet in my dreams a form I view, That thinks on me, and loves me too ; I start, and when the vision's flown, I weep that I am all alone.
الصفحة 60 - I confess that my spirits began to fail me. I considered my fate as certain, and that I had no alternative but to lie down and perish.
الصفحة 212 - Tis a blessing to live, but a greater to die, And the best of the world, is its path to the sky. — Be it gloomy or bright, for the life that he gave, Let us thank Him — but blessed be God for the grave...
الصفحة 60 - At this moment, painful as my reflections were, the extraordinary beauty of a small moss in fructification irresistibly caught my eye. I mention this to show from what trifling circumstances the mind will sometimes derive consolation; for though the whole plant was not larger than the top of one of my fingers, I could not contemplate the delicate conformation of its roots, leaves, and capsula, without admiration. Can that Being...
الصفحة 23 - No mist from the mountains, no shadow from trees, It steals, incense-loaded, that gale, from the west, As bees from the Prairie-rose fly to the nest. Then fly to the Prairie, sweet maiden, with me, The vine and the Prairie-rose cluster for thee, And, hailing the moon in the prairie-propt sky, The mocking-bird echoes the katy-did's cry. There is nothing to cloy in the wilds of the West, Each day has its pleasure, each evening its zest. Our toil is a pastime, our rifles afford The joy of the chase...
الصفحة 60 - I could not contemplate the delicate conformation of its roots, leaves and capsula, without admiration. Can that Being (thought I) who planted, watered, and brought to perfection, in this obscure part of the world, a thing that appears of so small importance, look with unconcern upon the situation and sufferings of creatures formed after his own image? - surely not!
الصفحة vii - Y'er science and y'er skill alone, Though they are mair than ample ; The racy pun, rich repartee, The gushing joke frae malice free, Wad na complete the sample. — But better far, a heart that ne'er Did o'er a human ill forbear To heave a feeling sigh, That readily forgave a foe, And never dealt a jealous blow, In keenest rivalry. Mair I might say, but this I fear E'en frae a friend ye'll hardly bear, Sae I'll nae mair offend ye ; Though if ae man beside y'ersel • Says that the truth I dinna tell,...