 | 1816 - 676 страници
...irrational article in the Methodist Magazine. " Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been ray use to pray With moving lips or bended knees; But...eyelids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceiv'd, no thought express'd {• Only a sense of supplication, A sense o'er all my soul imprest... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 страници
...are o'er, Vet age remembers with a sigh The days that are no more. SOCJTHEY. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use...supplication, A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, every where, Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 страници
...beach The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than ipeech, "We arc One." THE PAINS OF SLEEP. i.ni on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use...supplication, A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not nnblest, Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 страници
...with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use...My spirit I to Love compose, In humble Trust mine eye- lids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressed ! Only a sense... | |
 | 1828 - 814 страници
...All welcome be to thee ! William Anderson. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It bath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended...degrees, My spirit I to love compose, In humble trust my eye-lids close With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressed I Only a sense... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 400 страници
...with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use...supplication. A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, every where Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But... | |
 | 1829 - 558 страници
...its object. No ceremonial would he an appropriate pendant to the theology of these poems : — ' Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use...silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to love compose, In bumble trust mine eyelids close. With reverential resignation No wish conceived, no thought express'd... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 страници
...wilh holy dread. For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. Em on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving tip* or bended knees; Bat silently, by stow degrees, My spirit I to ¡.ove compose, In humble Truftt... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 страници
...with holy dread. For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. KRE ld ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer Ь'ря or bended knee« ; But silently, by alow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble Trust... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 376 страници
...the Pains of Sleep. Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hatb not been my use to pray With moving lips on bended knees; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit...supplication, A sense o'er all my soul imprest, That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, every where ' Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But... | |
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ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees ; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eyelids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought... 
