Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals, Tom 1

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Joseph Tinker Buckingham
Joseph T. Buckingham, 1822 - 268
 

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Strona 180 - I thank God there are no free schools, nor printing, and I hope we shall not have these hundred years ; for learning has brought disobedience and heresy and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both...
Strona 59 - There is no other land like thee, No dearer shore ; Thou art the shelter of the free ; The home, the port of Liberty, Thou hast been, and shall ever be, Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son She bore.
Strona 76 - Order is Heaven's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense.
Strona 267 - And never wore a pair of boots For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown ; He wore a double-breasted vest — The stripes ran up and down. He modest merit sought to find, And pay it its desert ; He had no malice in his mind, No ruffles on his shirt.
Strona 41 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Strona 86 - Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But Heaven itself descends in love ; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought ; A Ray of Him who form'd the whole ; A Glory circling round the soul...
Strona 267 - He pass'd securely o'er, And never wore a pair of boots, For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown; He wore a double-breasted vest, The stripes ran up and down.
Strona 130 - Time ! time ! in thy triumphal flight, How all life's phantoms fleet away ! The smile of hope, and young delight, Fame's meteor beam, and fancy's ray ; They fade, and, on thy heaving tide, Rolling its stormy waves afar, Are borne the wrecks of human pride, The broken wrecks of fortune's war.
Strona 98 - There is a sweetness in woman's decay, When the light of beauty is fading away, When the bright enchantment of youth is gone, And the tint that glow'd, and the eye that shone, And darted around its glance of power, And the lip that vied with the sweetest flower That ever in Psestum's1 garden blew, Or ever was steep'd in fragrant dew, When all that was bright and fair is fled.
Strona 100 - Where the glassy vapor cheats his eyes, And the dove from the falcon seeks her nest, And the infant shrinks to its mother's breast. And though her dying voice be mute, Or faint as the tones of an unstrung lute, And though the glow from her cheek be fled, And her pale lips cold as the marble dead, Her eye still beams unwonted fires With a woman's love and a saint's desires, And her last fond, lingering look is given To the love she leaves, and then to heaven ; As if she would bear that love away To...

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