Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Том 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... heav'n . God never gave a pow'r to one whole kind , But most part of that kind did use the same : Most eyes have perfect sight , though some be blind ; Most legs can nimbly run , though some be lame : But in this life no soul the truth ...
... heav'n . God never gave a pow'r to one whole kind , But most part of that kind did use the same : Most eyes have perfect sight , though some be blind ; Most legs can nimbly run , though some be lame : But in this life no soul the truth ...
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... heav'n she shall his essence see , This is her sov'reign good , and perfect bliss ; Her longings , wishings , hopes , all finish'd be , Her joys are full , her motions rest in this : There is she crown'd with garlands of content ; There ...
... heav'n she shall his essence see , This is her sov'reign good , and perfect bliss ; Her longings , wishings , hopes , all finish'd be , Her joys are full , her motions rest in this : There is she crown'd with garlands of content ; There ...
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... heav'n by lease , With many forfeits and conditions bound ; Nor can we pay the fine , and rentage due : Though now but writ , and seal'd , and giv'n anew , Yet daily we it break , then daily must renew . Why shouldst thou here look for ...
... heav'n by lease , With many forfeits and conditions bound ; Nor can we pay the fine , and rentage due : Though now but writ , and seal'd , and giv'n anew , Yet daily we it break , then daily must renew . Why shouldst thou here look for ...
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... heav'n , but hell to miss , ) What are the world's false joys , what heav'n's true joys to this ? 66 Ah , dearest Lord ! does my rapt soul behold thee ? Am I awake , and sure I do not dream ? Do these thrice blessed arms again infold ...
... heav'n , but hell to miss , ) What are the world's false joys , what heav'n's true joys to this ? 66 Ah , dearest Lord ! does my rapt soul behold thee ? Am I awake , and sure I do not dream ? Do these thrice blessed arms again infold ...
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... Heav'n's winged hosts , greeting this glorious spring , Attune their higher notes , and hymens sing : Each thought to pass , and each did pass thought's loftiest wing . Upon his lightning brow love proudly sitting Flames out in pow'r ...
... Heav'n's winged hosts , greeting this glorious spring , Attune their higher notes , and hymens sing : Each thought to pass , and each did pass thought's loftiest wing . Upon his lightning brow love proudly sitting Flames out in pow'r ...
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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.