The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... brought the doctor into Sir Thomas Abney's family , and conti- nued him there till his death , a period of no less than thirty - six years . In the midst of his sacred labours for the glory of God , and good of A 2 LIFE OF WATTS . 5.
... brought the doctor into Sir Thomas Abney's family , and conti- nued him there till his death , a period of no less than thirty - six years . In the midst of his sacred labours for the glory of God , and good of A 2 LIFE OF WATTS . 5.
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With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford. labours for the glory of God , and good of his ge- neration , he is seized with a most violent and threatening fever . which leaves him oppressed with great weakness , and puts a stop at last to ...
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford. labours for the glory of God , and good of his ge- neration , he is seized with a most violent and threatening fever . which leaves him oppressed with great weakness , and puts a stop at last to ...
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... glory covered the heavens ; he stood and measured the earth : he beheld and drove asun- der the nations , and the everlasting mountains were scattered : the perpetual hills did bow ; his ways are everlasting . ' Then the prophet ' saw ...
... glory covered the heavens ; he stood and measured the earth : he beheld and drove asun- der the nations , and the everlasting mountains were scattered : the perpetual hills did bow ; his ways are everlasting . ' Then the prophet ' saw ...
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... glory of his verse make atonement in abundance . I wish some English pen would im- port more of his treasures , and bless our nation . The inscriptions to particular friends , are war- ranted and defended by the practice of almost all ...
... glory of his verse make atonement in abundance . I wish some English pen would im- port more of his treasures , and bless our nation . The inscriptions to particular friends , are war- ranted and defended by the practice of almost all ...
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... and saints , and sing to their golden harps , salvation , honour , and glory to him that sits upon the throne , and to the Lamb for ever . ' MAY 14 , 1709 . HORE LYRICÆ . BOOK I. SACRED TO DEVOTION AND PIETY PREFACE . 66 39.
... and saints , and sing to their golden harps , salvation , honour , and glory to him that sits upon the throne , and to the Lamb for ever . ' MAY 14 , 1709 . HORE LYRICÆ . BOOK I. SACRED TO DEVOTION AND PIETY PREFACE . 66 39.
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Страница 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
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Страница 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
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