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d. 1827 Scotland

Robert Pollok (c. 1798 – 15 September 1827) was a Scottish poet best known for The Course of Time, published the year of his death.

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He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane,"
And played familiar with his hoary locks.

The Course of Time (1827)

As living jewels dropped unstained from heaven.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.

He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced,
As some vast river of unfailing source,
Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed
And opened new fountains in the human heart.

The Course of Time (1827)

'T was Slander filled her mouth with lying words,
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.

The Course of Time (1827)

He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the Devil in.

The Course of Time (1827)

Sweet tears! the awful language, eloquent
Of infinite affection; far too big
For words.

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With one hand he put
A penny in the urn of poverty,
And with the other took a shilling out.

The Course of Time (1827)

He pray'd by quantity,
And with his repetitions, long and loud,
All knees were weary.

The Course of Time (1827)

For all are friends in heaven, all faithful friends;
And many friendships in the days of time
Begun, are lasting here, and growing still.

The Course of Time (1827)

He sat among his bags, and, with a look
Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor
Away unalmsed; and midst abundance died—
Sorest of evils!—died of utter want.

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On his weary couch
Fat Luxury, sick of the night's debauch,
Lay groaning, fretful at the obtrusive beam
That through his lattice peeped derisively.

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Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life and gain the coast of bliss
Securely.

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Who grasp'd at earthly fame,
Grasped wind: nay, worse, a serpent grasped that through
His hand slid smoothly, and was gone; but left
A sting behind which wrought him endless pain.

The Course of Time (1827)

In sermon style he bought,
And sold, and lied; and salutations made
In Scripture terms. He prayed by quantity,
And with his repetitions long and loud,
All knees were weary.

The Course of Time (1827)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Robert Pollok (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.