A collection of poems on divine and moral subjects, selected from various authors by W. GilesWilliam Giles (didactic writer) 1775 |
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... virtue ; and may you , by your shining " example , be a means of turning many to righte- " oufnefs : this is the fincere and ever grateful wish " of " Your most obliged , and " faithful fervant , " S. BOYSE . " Any inaccuracies in the ...
... virtue ; and may you , by your shining " example , be a means of turning many to righte- " oufnefs : this is the fincere and ever grateful wish " of " Your most obliged , and " faithful fervant , " S. BOYSE . " Any inaccuracies in the ...
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... virtue lift its hopeless eye , And deep distress pour out the heartless figh ; An abfent God no abler to defend , Protect , or punish , than an absent friend ; Distant alike our wants or griefs to know , To ease the anguish , or prevent ...
... virtue lift its hopeless eye , And deep distress pour out the heartless figh ; An abfent God no abler to defend , Protect , or punish , than an absent friend ; Distant alike our wants or griefs to know , To ease the anguish , or prevent ...
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... virtue bleeds ! Why monsters , nature muft with blushes own , By crimes grow powerful , and difgrace a throne ! Why faints and fages , mark'd in every age , Perish , the victims of tyrannic rage ! Why Socrates for truth and freedom fell ...
... virtue bleeds ! Why monsters , nature muft with blushes own , By crimes grow powerful , and difgrace a throne ! Why faints and fages , mark'd in every age , Perish , the victims of tyrannic rage ! Why Socrates for truth and freedom fell ...
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... virtue firm rely , Blefs'd in the care of thy approving eye ! Know that thy providence , their conftant friend , Thro ' life fhall guard them , and in death attend ; With everlasting arms their cause embrace , And crown the paths of ...
... virtue firm rely , Blefs'd in the care of thy approving eye ! Know that thy providence , their conftant friend , Thro ' life fhall guard them , and in death attend ; With everlasting arms their cause embrace , And crown the paths of ...
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... virtue can thy deepest crimes efface , Reheal thy nature , and confirm thy peace ! Can all the errors of thy life atone , And raise thee from a rebel - to a fon ! O bleft Redeemer , from thy facred throne , Where faints and angels fing ...
... virtue can thy deepest crimes efface , Reheal thy nature , and confirm thy peace ! Can all the errors of thy life atone , And raise thee from a rebel - to a fon ! O bleft Redeemer , from thy facred throne , Where faints and angels fing ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
æther almighty behold bleffings bleft blifs bofom boundleſs breaſt bright cauſe ceaſe celeſtial croud dæmon darkneſs death defcends defire diftant diſplay divine dread duft earth eaſe endleſs eternal ev'n eyes facred fafe fame fate fave fenfe fhade fhall fhine fight filent fing firſt fkies flain fome fons foon forrow foul ftill ftreams ftrife fuch fwell glory goodneſs grace hafte hand heart heaven heavenly himſelf hope juftice juſt laft laſt light loft Lord Margate mind moſt mourn muft muſt nature's Nineveh o'er paffions pain pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride purſue raiſe reafon reft rife riſe SAMUEL BOYSE SAVIOUR ſcene ſee ſenſe ſhall ſhare ſhine ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtill ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne waſte whence whofe whoſe wiſdom wiſh
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