Poematia Latine Partim Reddita, Partim ScriptaG. Pickering, 1840 - 308 страници |
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... thee , William , of thy fault , Thy pledge , and broken oath ; And give me back my maiden vow , And give me back my troth . How could you say my face was fair , And yet that face forsake ? How could you win my virgin heart , Yet leave ...
... thee , William , of thy fault , Thy pledge , and broken oath ; And give me back my maiden vow , And give me back my troth . How could you say my face was fair , And yet that face forsake ? How could you win my virgin heart , Yet leave ...
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... thee . Believe not what the landmen say , Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind ; They'll tell thee sailors , when away , In every port a mistress find : Yes , yes , believe them when they tell thee so , For thou art present wheresoe ...
... thee . Believe not what the landmen say , Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind ; They'll tell thee sailors , when away , In every port a mistress find : Yes , yes , believe them when they tell thee so , For thou art present wheresoe ...
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... thee forth to woods and groves , Freely revisit then the scene , Which notes as sweet as thine approves : But if another winter's blast Should bring me back my guest again , Again with music come prepared Thy friendly host to entertain ...
... thee forth to woods and groves , Freely revisit then the scene , Which notes as sweet as thine approves : But if another winter's blast Should bring me back my guest again , Again with music come prepared Thy friendly host to entertain ...
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... thee . To me pertains not , she replies , To know or care where Cupid flies ; What are his haunts , or which his way ; Where he would dwell , or whither stray : Yet will I never set thee free ; For harm was meant , and harm to me . Vain ...
... thee . To me pertains not , she replies , To know or care where Cupid flies ; What are his haunts , or which his way ; Where he would dwell , or whither stray : Yet will I never set thee free ; For harm was meant , and harm to me . Vain ...
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... no more ; My ever grateful heart , O Lord , Thy mercy shall adore . Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I'll raise ! But O ! eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise . HYMNUS PRIMUS . Vitæ per omne stadium , adultus et.
... no more ; My ever grateful heart , O Lord , Thy mercy shall adore . Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I'll raise ! But O ! eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise . HYMNUS PRIMUS . Vitæ per omne stadium , adultus et.
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Страница 102 - HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence.
Страница 100 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew.
Страница 58 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
Страница 96 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Страница 98 - When in the slippery paths of youth, With heedless steps, I ran ; Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man.
Страница 112 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Страница 106 - O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker, face to face ; O, how shall I appear . 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought ; 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O, how shall I appear...
Страница 104 - Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, Thy mercy set me free, Whilst, in the confidence of prayer, My soul took hold on Thee.
Страница 108 - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.
Страница 50 - The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead, And all the village wept. Confusion, shame, remorse, despair, At once his bosom swell : The damps of death bedew'd his brow, He shook, he groan'd, he fell.