Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Том 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... ' still chain'd in ice doth sit ; And which the poor rude satyr did admire , And needs would kiss , but burnt his lips with it ? Prometheus . " See Æsop's Fables . What is it , but the cloud of empty rain 28 SIR JOHN DAVIES .
... ' still chain'd in ice doth sit ; And which the poor rude satyr did admire , And needs would kiss , but burnt his lips with it ? Prometheus . " See Æsop's Fables . What is it , but the cloud of empty rain 28 SIR JOHN DAVIES .
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Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing. What is it , but the cloud of empty rain , Which when Jove's guest ' embrac'd he ... clouds the windows of the mind ? The divers forms of things how can we learn , That have been ever from our birth ...
Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing. What is it , but the cloud of empty rain , Which when Jove's guest ' embrac'd he ... clouds the windows of the mind ? The divers forms of things how can we learn , That have been ever from our birth ...
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... Cloud - ascending Lebanon , Plants set in thy court , below Spread their roots , and upwards grow ; Fruit in their old age shall bring ; Ever fat and flourishing . This God's justice celebrates ; He , my Rock , injustice hates . PSALM C ...
... Cloud - ascending Lebanon , Plants set in thy court , below Spread their roots , and upwards grow ; Fruit in their old age shall bring ; Ever fat and flourishing . This God's justice celebrates ; He , my Rock , injustice hates . PSALM C ...
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... clouds the mountains wrap their hoary heads ; Luxurious vallies cloth'd with flowery meads : Her trees yield fruit and shade ; with liberal breasts , All creatures she ( their common mother ) feasts . Then man thy image mad'st ; in ...
... clouds the mountains wrap their hoary heads ; Luxurious vallies cloth'd with flowery meads : Her trees yield fruit and shade ; with liberal breasts , All creatures she ( their common mother ) feasts . Then man thy image mad'st ; in ...
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... clouds , and opened their deep graves ; From barbarous pirates ransom'd ; by those taught Successfully with Salian Moors we fought . Then brought'st me home in safety ; that this earth Might bury me , which fed me from my birth : Blest ...
... clouds , and opened their deep graves ; From barbarous pirates ransom'd ; by those taught Successfully with Salian Moors we fought . Then brought'st me home in safety ; that this earth Might bury me , which fed me from my birth : Blest ...
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Страница 321 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Страница 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Страница 315 - It was the winter wild While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Страница 253 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave ; And thou must die.
Страница 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Страница 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Страница 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Страница 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Страница 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Страница 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.