Frae the Lyne Valley: Poems and Sketches

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J. and R. Parlane, 1888 - English poetry - 167 pages

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Page 20 - Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast. For, behold, the Lord cometh out of his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity [The Day of the Lord] : the earth also shall disclose her blood, and shall no more cover her slain.
Page 151 - His is that language of the heart, In which the answering heart would speak, Thought, word, that bids the warm tear start, Or the smile light the cheek ; And his that music, to whose tone The common pulse of man keeps time, In cot or castle's mirth or moan, In cold or sunny clime.
Page 122 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? . . . When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Page 130 - O that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their latter end!
Page 20 - Come, my people, Enter thou into thy chambers, And shut thy doors about thee : Hide thyself as it were for a little moment, 15 Until the indignation be overpast.
Page 165 - Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines, Shrines to no code or creed confined— The Delphian ' vales, the Palestines, The Meccas of the mind. Sages, with wisdom's garland wreathed, Crowned kings, and mitred priests of power, And warriors with their bright swords sheathed, The mightiest of the hour...
Page 132 - October 24, 1684; for their adherence to the word of God, and Scotland's covenanted work of reformation.
Page 165 - All ask the cottage of his birth, Gaze on the scenes he loved and sung, And gather feelings not of earth His fields and streams among.
Page 165 - And lowlier names, whose humble home Is lit by Fortune's dimmer star, Are there; o'er wave and mountain come, From countries near and far, Pilgrims whose wandering feet have pressed The Switzer's snow, the Arab's sand, Or trod the piled leaves of the West — My own green forest-land...
Page 137 - This lovely bud, so young and fair, Called hence by early doom, Just came to show how sweet a flower In Paradise would bloom.

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