Poems Divine and Moral: Many of Them Now First PublishedT. Cadell, 1821 - 468 страници |
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... Poor Idiot .... On a Young Woman found dead .... Jessy J.Moultrie , Esq . Her Husband .. Miss M. Young 128 Shenstone ... To a Friend To Mrs. Unwin To the Same Το my Father .... .... In Memory of my Beloved Mother ..... The Leaf .... 130 ...
... Poor Idiot .... On a Young Woman found dead .... Jessy J.Moultrie , Esq . Her Husband .. Miss M. Young 128 Shenstone ... To a Friend To Mrs. Unwin To the Same Το my Father .... .... In Memory of my Beloved Mother ..... The Leaf .... 130 ...
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... poor I see ; What shall I render to my GOD , For all His gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve , Yet God has given me more ; For I have food , while others starve , Or beg from door to door , How many children , in the street ...
... poor I see ; What shall I render to my GOD , For all His gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve , Yet God has given me more ; For I have food , while others starve , Or beg from door to door , How many children , in the street ...
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... poor man wealth , Strength to the weak , and to the lazar health . my God ! Lead me , my KING ! SAVIOUR ! and my Through all those paths thy sainted servants trod ! Teach me thy twofold nature to explore , Copy the human , the Divine ...
... poor man wealth , Strength to the weak , and to the lazar health . my God ! Lead me , my KING ! SAVIOUR ! and my Through all those paths thy sainted servants trod ! Teach me thy twofold nature to explore , Copy the human , the Divine ...
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... poor to succour , or assist a friend ; Enough of faith in Scripture to descry , That the sure hope of immortality , Which only can the fear of death remove , Flows from the fountain of REDEEMING LOVE . MORNING HYMN OF ADAM AND EVE ...
... poor to succour , or assist a friend ; Enough of faith in Scripture to descry , That the sure hope of immortality , Which only can the fear of death remove , Flows from the fountain of REDEEMING LOVE . MORNING HYMN OF ADAM AND EVE ...
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... poor lost sheep in safety home . O ! let Thy watchful care my steps attend , ' Till this sad pilgrim's life shall have an end ; Then , when the hand that gave , demands my breath , Crown all Thy mercies with a Christian death ; My soul ...
... poor lost sheep in safety home . O ! let Thy watchful care my steps attend , ' Till this sad pilgrim's life shall have an end ; Then , when the hand that gave , demands my breath , Crown all Thy mercies with a Christian death ; My soul ...
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adore art thou awful beams Binstead bless blest bliss bloom bosom Bowdler breast bright charm cheer dark death divine dread e'er earth ELIZABETH CARTER eternal ev'ry fade fair faith false earth fame father's fear feel flowing tears glory glow grace grave grief hallow'd hand hast hear heart Heaven heavenly holy honour hope hour human immortal song John Marriott John Moultrie King life's light little heaven LORD lov'd lyre mercy mind morn mourn Nature's ne'er night o'er pain peace pleasure pow'r praise prayer pride PSALM rapture reign rise sacred SAVIOUR scene seraphs shades shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile solemn song sooth sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd sweet tear tempest thee thine Thomas Bowdler thou art thought thro throne tomb tongue trembling truth Twas virtue voice weep wings youth
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Страница 40 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Страница 261 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Страница 283 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Страница 281 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Страница 361 - But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss : Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile...
Страница 284 - The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, VOL.
Страница 286 - Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid, Tunes her nocturnal note.
Страница 307 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Страница 285 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell?
Страница 163 - 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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...