The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Volume 2

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Page 164 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Page 30 - And now abideth faith, hope, and charity, these three ; but the greatest of these is charity.
Page 3 - Cumberland," — for not unfrequently, — as in the above instance, — he writes like a demi-man; though, in general, it delights us to say, like a demi-god. This by the by, — and turn we again to Mr Bowles. He informeth us, that " the estimation of a poem of this nature must depend, first, on its arrangement, plan, and disposition ; secondly, on the judgment, propriety, and feeling with which, — in just and proper succession and relief, — picture, pathos, moral and religious reflections,...
Page 219 - Other causes must, however, have contributed to the furious plague, which, from the year 250 to the year 265, raged without interruption in every province, every city, and almost every family, of the Roman empire. During some time five thousand persons died daily in Rome; and many towns, that had escaped the hands of the barbarians, were entirely de- .„,. .populated.
Page 219 - And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny ; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.
Page 167 - For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, and with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God...
Page 178 - And I looked, and behold a pale horse : and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword,- and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Page 285 - Here rest, my son, with me ; — the dream is fled ; — The motley mask and the great stir is o'er : Welcome to me, and to this silent bed, Where deep forgetfulness succeeds the roar Of life, and fretting passions waste the heart no more.
Page 291 - WHEN evening listened to the dipping oar, Forgetting the loud city's ceaseless roar, By the green banks, where Thames, with conscious pride, Reflects that stately structure on his side, Within whose walls, as their long labours close, The wanderers of the ocean find repose, We wore, in social ease, the hours away, The passing visit of a summer's day. Whilst some to range the breezy hill are gone, I lingered on the river's marge alone, Mingled with groups of ancient sailors gray, And watched the last...
Page xvii - MY heart has thank'd thee, Bowles ! for those soft strains Whose sadness soothes me, like the murmuring Of wild-bees in the sunny showers of spring ! For hence not callous to the mourner's pains...

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