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Selections from the Poems and Letters of Bernard Barton
Bernard Barton,Edward FitzGerald
Vista completa - 1850
9 mo aught Bawburgh beauty Beccles believe Bernard Barton blessed Bredfield breeze bright Bury St called Charles Lamb charms Christian church clouds Colchester copies dead Dear B. B. dear Friend death earth Edmund's faith fancy fear feel flowers Geldestone give glory grace Hadleigh Hall hath heard heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour humble immortal Ipswich John Kesgrave Keswick Lady Lamb Leiston Abbey letter life's light living look Lord Lucy memory mind Miss morning nature Nature's never night Norfolk Norwich numbers o'er once Pocket Book poems poet poetry poor praise prayer Quaker quiet rhyme Robert Southey round seem'd sigh silent smile SONNET sort soul Southey spirit Suffolk sweet tears thee thine thing thou art Thou hast thought trees truth unto verse volume walk weary Whitehaven Wickham Market Woodbridge word write Yarmouth
Página 279 - And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail, according to the word of the LORD, which he spake by Elijah.
Página 187 - But thou, when thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face, That thou appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father which is in secret : and thy Father which seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly.
Página xx - Keep to your bank, and the bank will keep you. Trust not to the public : you may hang, starve, drown yourself for anything that worthy personage cares. I bless every star that Providence, not seeing good to make me independent, has seen it next good to settle me upon the stable foundation of Leadenhall.
Página 63 - And John answered and said, Master, we saw one casting out devils in thy name ; and we forbade him, because he followeth not with us. 50 And Jesus said unto him, Forbid him not : for he that is not against us, is for us.
Página xix - If you have but five consolatory minutes between the desk and the bed, make much of them, and live a century in them, rather than turn slave to the booksellers. They are Turks and Tartars when they have poor authors at their beck . Hitherto you have been at arm's length from them. Come not within their grasp. I have known many authors...
Página xx - Tis a pretty appendage to a situation like yours or mine, but a slavery worse than all slavery to be a bookseller's...
Página 104 - When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go— but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruin'd pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! ii.
Página 214 - And he said unto him, Say now unto her, Behold, thou hast been careful for us with all this care ; what is to be done for thee ? wouldest thou be spoken for to the king, or to the captain of the host? And she answered, I dwell among mine own people.
Página 270 - LAMP of our feet, whereby we trace Our path when wont to stray ; Stream from the fount of heavenly grace, Brook by the traveller's way :— 2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, True manna from on high ; Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky.