The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir, Volume 1

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William Blackwood, 1860

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Página 159 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Página 317 - Light down, light down, now, true Thomas, And lean your head upon my knee: Abide, and rest a little space, And I will show you ferlies three, " О see ye not yon narrow road, So thick beset with thorns and briers' That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few inquires. "And see not ye that braid, braid road. That lies across that lily leven' That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to heaven.
Página 221 - Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I flee away, and be at rest.
Página 146 - While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Página 145 - Is the child dead? And they said, He is dead. 20 Then David arose from the earth, and washed, and anointed himself, and changed his apparel, and came into the house of the Lord, and worshipped: then he came to his own house; and when he required, they set bread before him, and he did eat.
Página 159 - Of men than beasts ; but oh ! the exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace. That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
Página 111 - Thou wert a vision of delight To bless us given ; Beauty embodied to our sight, A type of heaven ! So dear to us thou wert, thou art Even less thine own self, than a part Of mine and of thy mother's heart...
Página 112 - Do what I may, go where I will, Thou meet'st my sight; There dost thou glide before me still — A form of light! I feel thy breath upon my cheek, I see thee smile, I hear thee speak, Till oh! my heart is like to break, Casa Wappy! Methinks thou smil'st before me now, With glance of stealth; The hair thrown back from thy full brow, In buoyant health : I see thine eyes' deep violet light, Thy dimpled cheek carnatiou'd bright, Thy clasping arms so round and white, Casa Wappy!
Página 111 - To bless us given ; Beauty embodied to our sight — A type of Heaven : So dear to us thou wert, thou art Even less thine own self, than a part Of mine, and of thy Mother's heart, Casa Wappy ! Thy bright, brief day knew no decline...
Página 318 - Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie." 0 they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk, mirk night, and there was nae stern light, And they waded through red blude to the knee, For a' the blude, that's shed on earth, Rins through the springs o

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