The casket of poesy [ed. by J. Cole].John Cole 1827 |
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... blooming , Number'd now among the dead . Griping misers , nightly waking , See the end of all your care : Fled on wings of our own making , We have left our owners bare . Sons of honour , fed on praises , Flutt'ring high in fancied ...
... blooming , Number'd now among the dead . Griping misers , nightly waking , See the end of all your care : Fled on wings of our own making , We have left our owners bare . Sons of honour , fed on praises , Flutt'ring high in fancied ...
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John Cole. May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake my soul When earth's in bloom , or planets proudly shine , Adore , my heart , the Majesty divine ! Grant I may ever at the morning ray , Open with pray'r the consecrated day ; Tune thy ...
John Cole. May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake my soul When earth's in bloom , or planets proudly shine , Adore , my heart , the Majesty divine ! Grant I may ever at the morning ray , Open with pray'r the consecrated day ; Tune thy ...
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... blooms the violet ' neath the thorn , Or lily of the vale ; So bloom'd my friend in life's gay morn , As sweetly and as frail , When sickness came , the flowers decay'd Beneath the noxious 40.
... blooms the violet ' neath the thorn , Or lily of the vale ; So bloom'd my friend in life's gay morn , As sweetly and as frail , When sickness came , the flowers decay'd Beneath the noxious 40.
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... bloom ; A sun shall arise , and his glorious light , Shall scatter the clouds which hang over the tomb . THE RETURN , From the far west where Dee , the princely halls Of Eaton leaving and it's proud domains , Close at my garden's foot ...
... bloom ; A sun shall arise , and his glorious light , Shall scatter the clouds which hang over the tomb . THE RETURN , From the far west where Dee , the princely halls Of Eaton leaving and it's proud domains , Close at my garden's foot ...
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... bloom ; The lambkin bleats , the rook is on the wing , And every twittering hedge - row breathes perfume : And from each nectar'd flower ascends the hum , Where clustering thick the busy hive is met In yellow lustre glows the golden ...
... bloom ; The lambkin bleats , the rook is on the wing , And every twittering hedge - row breathes perfume : And from each nectar'd flower ascends the hum , Where clustering thick the busy hive is met In yellow lustre glows the golden ...
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adore angels art thou balm beam beauteous beauty Behold Beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath Bridlington bright calm celestial cheerful chorus clouds coursers dark death deep divine dost dread dust to dust Earth to earth EDMESTON eternal ev'ry fade fair flood flowers gloom glorious glory glow grace green hail Hark hath heart heaven HERMIONE hills HINDERWELL hope hour HYMN Israel Lamb light Lord lyre midnight hour moon morn murmurs NATIVE SCENES nature's neath night o'er Ocean plain pow'r praise Queen of fragrance reign rill rise roar roll round Saviour SCARBOROUGH scenes shades shine sing sithe skies smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spring Star of Bethlehem storm streams sweet swell tempest thee thine thro throne thunder Thy mercy tomb tremble vale voice wand'ring warbling waves wild winds wing wond'rous youth
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Страница 5 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Страница 23 - Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels : for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Страница 12 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, To enjoy is to obey.
Страница 15 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Страница 22 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Страница 115 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Страница 4 - 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 4 - T^HE spacious firmament on high, •*• With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. Th' unwearied Sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale ; And nightly to the...
Страница 20 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, • , Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam His praise.
Страница 19 - ... impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it, as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him ; whose sun exalts,...